Words form in my mind yet elude me
they take a stroll besides me
before they interlock to form
giving a meaning to the forbidden storm.
Words form as I tap blankly on my keyboard
to bring a smile or a tear
as they strum chords
that I have snatched and stowed away
all that is meant to be buried to keep me sane
all that is supposed to have died with that hurricane.
words form and evaporate again…
I let them fly
I do not want to see them any more.
The raw heat of June –
no I do not want to store
I morph back to the soft caress of September
I clear the mist
and force my mind to get back to my task list !
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