I Am Words
I’m the maverick with words,
Those logical sounds …
that come out …
from a mouth that speaks,
Or from the rendered writing hand,
tight as a harp strung soul,
The earth and all thereof …
move this wind harp,
And I connect –
I will love you for a moment,
I will kill you for a while,
I will resurrect you, then kill you again.
Ah the tricks of a writer’s muse.
Right now, I feel I’m talking nonsense,
The next moment, I’m words divine.
Yet, words they are, and not only.
Copyright © Joshua Ryngksai | Year Posted 2023
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