word upon word
line after line
pushing the pen
to placate the mind
guessing here musing there
rushing thought fills
dead air
Do they speak
these words un uttered?
Do they talk?
the lines I stutter?
Why are they for
Who do they reach ?
Do they honor to replace
the inflection of speech?
Keep trying (ink mumbles)
Words (render me humble)


© Vera Leask