in so many words 

Where do the words come from?

the ones in the dark
not the ones from the darkness
but the writing on the page
that is mine
though I can’t see the hand writing
or the words as they shape.

A whole thought,
no, many,
scribbled on a page
because I must catch them.
Catch them somewhere.
Not to hold them hostage
but to hold them up.

To look at them glisten
in the light
of a new day.

Run to catch up
Speed thru
Change the world
keep pace
rule the world
you go ahead
I’ll stay here.
you go on


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on July 26, 2015, in Life, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Awesome! Hope you dont mind checking out my work too 🙂

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