When the words are lazy

Some days

The stories come to nothing

Worries pile up

Thoughts spin

And the whole business

of living

seems to be rusting

quietly

deteriorating

silently

striating pieces of my mind

like

they

might mean something

but they don’t

They

really

don’t

Nothing seems to be contained

built up into something of worth

At least when the housework is done

the house isn’t dirty

but the mind is swept

and swept

and yet

still fills with rubbish

bits of paper blown in

on an ill advised wind

The words that fell so easily just days ago

Now lie about listlessly

shivering now and then

as if they might make an effort

but

then

don’t

bother

can’t be

bothered

I hate it when the words don’t sing

and the magic seems put aside

not meant for you

anymore

and like a child

I sit slump shouldered

sulking

waiting

Perhaps it is this requirement that I have to juggle figures

Write letters

do

ordinary

things of business

which sends the words into doldrums

they snore

and cease to speak

I know!

I wish to say

I find it excruciating also

but until you lazy bone jack napes

get up and make yourselves pay

I have to do this

seal the envelope

place the stamp

add this column

all

the

way

down

to the bottom

Answer the phone

Deal

with

everyone

Catch up and chase my tail

Filing

Filing

Filing

Dying

Quietly

Inside

And the words

are devoid of beauty

When they do come

They ssssay ssssibilantly

“Whatssss the password?”

I DON’T KNOW

I CAN’T REMEMBER

WHY DOES EVERYTHING

HAVETOHAVEABLOODYPASSWORDTHESEDAYS???

andwhydoesithavetobemorethan9characterslongandhaveridiculousthingsIwillneverrememberinit?

Just to pass – let you through into another portal of doom and boredom

I hate paperwork

Yet I love paper

and words

……

I’ve just come back from pegging the washing on the line

The ground was hot

baking

the greenery

mostly

yellow trailing

wilting

I chose a red peg blue peg green peg white

and just as I smelled summer on the air

my mind began to write

and the words to fight

and jostle and cluster

so

it might just be alright

afterall

Lets hope so!

 

 

 

14 thoughts on “When the words are lazy

  1. Wow… *shivers* I was there, I felt the feels and thoughts the thoughts and languidly carried my body around from the simmering inertia. I WAS THERE!
    So beautiful, the rhythm, the structure so reflective of the mood and flow of a pegged mental life. In its form there is content and in the content there is the impact, undeniably convincing and stealing. What a pleasure.

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  2. I like this. Kind of makes me think of when I have writer’s block. How the words sometimes just don’t sing and the only words I do encounter tend to not have any real soul to them and just kind of clutter my mind. Things like memorizing passwords, etc. Good poem. Keep up the good work.

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