words are wily things
that wiggle
and twist
‘round my mouth
they dart delicately
hummingbirds
toward the tip
of my tongue
then change direction
abruptly midflight
swallowed
once again
I long to give them wing
allow them to feel the sun
the air
but they nest
deeply in my throat
unseen
unsaid
© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Wow, absolutely amazingly crafted Christine!
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Thank you Taylor! You are very kind.
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Always a pleasure to read you xoxo
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Brilliant description of words unsaid!
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Thank you so much Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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