I stutter and stumble these words that I mumble.
Before I speak, what I hear in mind sounds sweet--
yet out the words leak as thick and dumb as mud.
What for must I utter such utter crud?
You, so lackadaisy in your feminine ways;
and I, energized and muttering frenetic lines.
I look to the night when words are not lost in translation--
and we both babble in conversation.
©2008 RA
1 comment:
Lackadaisy! My chamomile tea thinks that was a wonderful word to use, and I wonder who you are babbling on with.
I love how light-hearted it is, a nice change of pace when it comes to poetry at large.
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