words fail me

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Word, fail to fall into line,

Like bricks in a tumble-down wall. 

Like splinters of dried cement

Connotations scatter like cats.

Words spread like the plague

Words mount into insignificance

Words ripple into poetry

Words tumble off our tongues

Mouthing murmurs of meaning

Words build to a plateau of whine.

Lean into each other like dominoes

Words become a snaking line of dots,

On a black digital background,

That tumble into each other

With the slightest push of a mouse

With the tattered remains of human agency.

Time leaves a pile of jumbled words,

Like pieces of the biggest jigsaw.

Whispering: "What to do? What to do next?"

◄ Writ in water

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John Marks

Sun 8th Mar 2020 00:48

Thank you dear lady of the lowlands.

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Vautaw

Sun 8th Mar 2020 00:46

Where would we be without words?! You twirl them perfectly.

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John Marks

Sun 8th Mar 2020 00:34

Thank you Martin for your always observant encouragement.

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Martin Elder

Sat 7th Mar 2020 23:43

Yes words do have a habit of doing that. I particularly like the last line. It wraps up the piece nicely

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