Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Something About Nothing Left to Say


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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