My fingers tumble over each other
When I try to play with words, sometimes,
And get tangled up in their fleshy boniness
Much to my frustration.
It happens a bit too frequently now,
And the words I want
Don’t dance on the screen
But stay locked inside
The six dimensions of the dark,
Dull, damp caverns of my mind
That keeps on generating more and more
Fantastical things
That choke, rot and die in it because
There is no way out.
Sweet suppositions and delirious dreams
Be damned!
For my feeble fingers aren’t the architects
Of my ambition.
You have expressed my own frustrations with words quite eloquently.
Hello,
I was just stopping by to let you know that my blog ‘Sometimes Truth is Stranger than Fiction’ has moved to its new home at http://www.squishingsquashes.com. Please follow me there 🙂
Blessings!
Jennifer
That’s deep!
Thanks for following my blog, i’m thrilled 😀
Thank you.