To the hopeful poet
Then there are the wrong words
the ones out of season--
the ones that harm
Though my words are few in the everyday
they have their reasons
At times, been a gift--
of a second thought
a dream
a chance
Never taken
lightly
The sound must be right
and every implication
"The tongue, unruly
is set among the members--
a fire...."
Your first line is cryptic enough.