Oftentimes, sometimes, many times
I search through
all the words I know
And there are many a few.
I rift, I raft
I sift, and cart
I search, and submerge
Pondering over each one’s usability and suitability.
Trying to find one,
the right one,
the tight one,
the oh so alight one.
Terse, specific, concise and precise,
perfect, quintessential, robust,
mellow, complete, that cuts through the ice.
Not squandered or meandered,
Jaywalking through,
lost or philandered.
That’s so true a vision,
captures my emotion,
Visions an illumination
Offers description
Catalyses reflection
Provides perspective,
Inspires action,
Or are just so perfect in their conception.
Then some are there, a little broken, sound woebegone and weatherbeaten
Through a life well lived, they are rooted if slightly moth eaten.
They wear history and tell many a tale,
Just their espousal sets you to sail.
My favourite ones are a beacon of hope, encouragement, love and touch you to the core,
A ****** of laughter, a pirouette of flirtation, a wordful gaze, touching the heart, stimulating the mind, soul searching, words words words, those ones I love so.
Then some scare me to fumble, tumble and kazoomble freakishly so,
My pupils dilated, my breathing short, dark, dismal and morbid, less of them is more.
Some are just there, need to be,
alone they are nothing, combined they provide the key,
They coexist happy in their role in the larger plan.
Is it you, or is it me,
Ah those words...
but sometimes, just sometimes
Words just are not enough,
They are just not enough to get anything said,
Then all I can say is
Nothing!
