I’m not getting anywhere
on this quest to
find the words.
Words that sing,
that have meaning,
that wake me up.
They lie dormant
in their little beds
only wanting to rest.
So I will acquiesce and let them be
~ after I have finished this poem
and said good night.
“Of your unspoken words you are the master;
of your spoken word the servant;
and of your written word the slave.”
~ Quaker proverb
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