Something I wrote last year
I write words
Sometimes they elude me
They trundle down the black hole
Of my thoughts
Sometimes I can patch them together In a semi-coherent loop
Loop the loop
Sing a song of sixpence…
Wait, this isn’t a nursery rhyme
Why do rhymes rhyme
Language is a weird beast
It lets you feast on the thoughts
Of mankind
And then store them away
For posterity’s sake
Take the cake and eat it too
Have my words
Have your words
Send them spiralling out
To the world
And then peruse them
Use them
Throw them out
And start again
Words
By me.
⁃ M. Withey 2020
Marly's World 