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The lunacy of language

The words still come
Gather
Vying for attention
Silently shouting
Choose me, choose me
I am the subtle variation
The thoughtful import
You seek

NO…choose me
I am the hook
That will reel them in
Heads shaking
To dislodge
A newly imbedded
Thought

Others think
He’ll never choose us
We are too simple, too plain
Alliterative aliens
Seeking a blank verse savor

Others smirk
Thinking….
He wouldn’t dare use me
My double entendre
Would boggle the minds
Of the one-dimensional reader
Languishing
In the lunacy
Of language

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David Crandall

Date: 7/5/2024 10:49:00 PM

Great poem, John. You're lucky the words gather around you. They are always hiding or running away from me. Maybe afraid of abuse.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/23/2024 6:34:00 PM

Careful. The loonies may be coming for us sooner than we think!

Lin Lane

Date: 6/21/2024 6:15:00 AM

John, this is the third, (at least) from you in which you use oxymorons to poetic advantage. "Languishing in the lunacy of language," how distinctly succinct is that phrase? There's a 10 written on my score card for this one.