I love the way that words jiggle in my head,
They push and shove and jostle, fighting to be said
I can’t grasp their derivation or their urge to visit me,
Or why, swift upon arrival, they’re so anxious to be free.
There are words all lithe and lissom I can flex and shape at will
Which have raucous alter egos, born cacophonous and shrill
They make their exits differently, each according to its style
“Rapid” shoots out quickly, ”Linger” hesitates a while.
“Mellifluous” glides South and slides smoothly off the tongue
And “Eruption” fairly bursts out, like a trap door quickly sprung.
“Guffaw”, rumbles round my stomach, before bouncing off the walls,
While “Echo” pops out quietly, then calls and calls and calls.
I see words that stand united for a just and worthy cause
And others, hastily assembled, to fill a pregnant pause
Then the smart words get together and form a cunning plan,
To emerge as perfect phrases, just because they can.
Some words will make mischief and hurl into attack,
Often most regretted and hardest to get back.
But for those that may escape me and try to cause offence
There are superhero words, rushing quick to my defence
Cruel words martial their militia in a reckless battle cry
And lead the ardent and the foolish to some pointless do or die
Yet in the final reckoning, words soar above despair
To soothe the torn and lost and weary, with gentle verbal care
At last, apathetic words drift by, idle and inept
Displaced by abstract fey chimera, far too fluid to be kept
Then when I’m sure that they have left me and I’ve emptied out my brain,
Some upstart word just sneaks back in and fills the space again...