You won't be needing these,

he said as he took the words from my brain.

As he poured them into a jar,

I could see the nouns and verbs,

the adjectives and all jumbled together

like penny candy.

I reached for them as he sat them high

on a shelf, just out of my short reach.

Give me back my words,

I cried, weeping copiusly.

How can I be me without them?

He just laughed and walked away.

I sat on the floor and stared up

at the jar with my words inside.

Just make new ones, a soft voice inside

whispered.

So I grabbed a pen,

a sheet of paper, and made new words

that are me, and only me.

and I was happy again.

Keyword: Give Me Back My Words!

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Posted by DL Chance 2008-03-06 22:14:17 .... I never get tired of your poetry. + Report this comment
Posted by Sharon Galligar Chance 2008-03-06 22:18:51 .... Thank you, darlin' + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-03-06 23:01:05 that I can relate to. + Report this comment
Posted by lorislittlesecret 2008-03-07 09:18:38 .... Cute..very cute...is that where my ideas go to? + Report this comment
Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-07 10:39:39 Creative And oh so clever, I had to smile as I read this un. I find yer Poetic style quite charming. 'Anna + Report this comment
Posted by Terry Collett 2008-03-07 12:33:17 .... Good poem, Sharon; I can relate to poem. I had writer's block for 5 years once from 1987-1991. Enjoyed this poem. + Report this comment

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