There
are days yet which remain with
little
if anything left to say. And still, I
struggle
with an expanding universe of
vocabulary
to explain. How can this be,
one
may wonder? It’s true that words for
you,
though they may find a way, remain
latent
and lie silent in my brain today. Oh,
that
there are thoughts of gray matter mut-
terings
which slip and slide about, nothing
of
consequential meaning finds the way out.
Too
many prepositions, I suppose, and a
plethora
of adjectives and adverbs as well,
but
what the hell, silent are the verbs and
nouns
with which to construct and pass
along
a decent story to tell. To s and from s,
if
s, and s and but s just won’t cut it. See
Spot
run…is not even my line to claim. And
truly
it’s a cryin’ shame. What’s worse, I
digress
from there. Nada, nothing in the
world
to say today. Just disconnected
words
doing somersaults with my psyche
tumbling
about in the brain.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 1-13-2020
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