Wordling

~

the words arrive quickly

tumbling out haphazardly

as if spilled onto a table 

for a board game,

~

I stare blankly at them,

some surprise me

leaving me to ponder how

they crept surreptitiously

into such an eclectic mix,

~

over the years I’ve 

learnt to be patient, 

words are an irascible bunch

that can’t be hurried 

or pushed around 

why would they when I 

am always firmly under

their control,

~

many are stoical 

needing much persuasion 

to fulfil my faltering intentions; 

whilst others unashamedly 

flatter me with precocious intent

only to turn-tail as I succumb,

idiotically charmed by their

coercive wiles, so

~

here I am again, conflicted,

a millionaire leper with

an embarrassment of riches

finding the word bank closed,

it is a holiday weekend after all

and words too need a rest

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© GRS 5/24