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the king tides roar</b> <i>words are all you</i></p><p id="2296"><b>need to set sail, build your balsa wood tale</b> <i>words are all you have</i></p><p id="f083"><b>to launch small shipments, re-crafting your figments</b> <i>words are all you have to stay</i></p><p id="03e0"><b>alight and in tune, inky dark of the moon</b> <i>words are all you have to stay afloat</i></p><p id="1122"><i>until you are re-turned and re-tilled</i></p><p id="b389"><i>tiding your vintage vessel, briny and spilled</i></p><p id="f3d5"><i>into sips of shining syllables</i></p><p id="4827"><i>glistening in silence</i></p><p id="2e2e"><i>to every word</i></p><p id="f5d5"><i>still inside you</i></p><div id="3112" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/more-tales-d5387e1b7b6c"> <div>

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<div> <h2>More Stories and Poetry</h2> <div><h3>By Pamela Edwards</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*1hk9pYIwyetxCDKEfkwMBg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><figure id="7015"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*GB8AvzFJGbJiA-1Z2Rb-1A.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="53c1">To <b>read more stories from December’s Dark & Holy Fiction Challenge visit and follow <a href="http://medium.com/the-mad-river">The Mad River</a> and <a href="http://medium.com/13-days-of-dark-and-weird">13 Days Pub</a>.</b></p></article></body>

When words fail you

Un-scroll to understand in sand, feeling bottled up and buoyant Words will fail you

make you mistress of mourning — silver lined dawning words will fail

to unravel you in rhymes — through titanic times words will

appoint you mute master of tidal tongue twisters words

will empty you out in search of your message words are

storm-tossed and feisty — every journey is dicey words are all

washed up on your shore, when the king tides roar words are all you

need to set sail, build your balsa wood tale words are all you have

to launch small shipments, re-crafting your figments words are all you have to stay

alight and in tune, inky dark of the moon words are all you have to stay afloat

until you are re-turned and re-tilled

tiding your vintage vessel, briny and spilled

into sips of shining syllables

glistening in silence

to every word

still inside you