Words

November 18th, 2014

Words

A Poem by Annie White

I wish words would spill out of me
perfectly formed like a bouquet of spring flowers
I wish my sentences would weave
webs of wonder
I wish my paragraphs would grow into stories
complete and full of wisdom.
Instead,
the words fall out of me
in burps
sloppy and unpredictable
I put them on the page anyway
an offering
for you

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