DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

The Words

The words are here
 some make it in
 some slip away
 some repeat until they take hold,
  the efforts of the mind and soul stay
  some weak, some bold.

Perhaps, they are just words
 never meant to be heard
 slipping in and out of thought
 stationary in the moment fraught,
  if unused, they easily slip away
  lost to the nightmares of the day;

I tell you, in the honesty of this role 
 I have little or no control
 the words that flow from sources unseen
  to random places the heart has been;
  messages that unravel
  within the mind's travels;

one more thought on this early Monday morning
 hoping for the prevalence of dawning
 for all the world to be put on display
 experiences of thought-worded ways,
  slipping in and out on repeat
  the wonder of a word released.
 








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