Loose Words

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ent of me, particles put back together from liquid to solid from letter to sentence just to tell me what I know</p><p id="c6f7">Loose words rumble inside Their formation vague until they find their partners and a string of letters start inching toward a thought They fill me whole and leak gently out my ear so I can listen to them before I say them</p><p id="6c7e">Loose words fluttering like the wings of a bee holding steady and ready to pollinate But what if I am a butterfly and don’t want my words to sting? It’s why I like them loose like the change in my pocket always capable of more</p><p id="51b8">Loose words circle me and spin me around until my brain calms and the world stops making these loose words hang in the air just for

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me and I grab them and reformulate them until they lay here connected once again</p><p id="4f59">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="fc62">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="a17e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/inside-this-mind-7d7a4ea1bc77"> <div> <div> <h2>Inside This Mind</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*17gutHYOneZSJOGP)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

Loose words trickle down my tongue and form the basis of my life A smattering of eloquence long-lived through a whisper These words guide me as my intellectual steward serving me deliciously as I return the favor

Loose words drip off me like beads of sweat on a hot summer day leaving a puddle of soup, a fragment of me, particles put back together from liquid to solid from letter to sentence just to tell me what I know

Loose words rumble inside Their formation vague until they find their partners and a string of letters start inching toward a thought They fill me whole and leak gently out my ear so I can listen to them before I say them

Loose words fluttering like the wings of a bee holding steady and ready to pollinate But what if I am a butterfly and don’t want my words to sting? It’s why I like them loose like the change in my pocket always capable of more

Loose words circle me and spin me around until my brain calms and the world stops making these loose words hang in the air just for me and I grab them and reformulate them until they lay here connected once again

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