My Monday Metrical Musings #116

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Words

Words on a line
On a page
On a napkin

Words thumbed down
On the go
On my iPhone (how weary!)

Words suddenly flood
Onto my brain
Onto my conscience

Seize the day
Seize them words
For like breath they quickly become air

For words they fleet
Like bees from stem to stigma
Gone in the blink of an eye

Never to return
Leaving you to burn
Like a blazing trail of fire

So now you know
The capriciousness
Of words

Savour each one
The minute they come
Or you’ll forever miss your turn

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