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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Crandall Avatar
July 5, 2024 at 10:49 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.
Wolf Avatar
June 23, 2024 at 6:34 PM
Careful. The loonies may be coming for us sooner than we think!
Lane Avatar
June 21, 2024 at 6:15 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.
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