Alpha I Bet
By Peggie Cartwright
words… words… words
how they twist and turn
sometimes enveloping each other
to chew and change
oftcrashing
not knowing where they are going
why they are going
why they are there
only to expandinto
a vainglorious moment
then quickly be smacked down
by some tiny like-fellow
of dubious distinction
with faster more crucial meaning
How they run those words
loud boisterous soft quiet
whispering secrets
thatshouldn’t be told
then sudden screams of
those that should and mustbe
where did they come from
where are they going
these words
those frightening nasty beautiful
English words, Anglo-Saxon to Norman
to Shakespearean created, tripping from
my tongue daily… sometimes poetic,
sometimes determined… accursed…
accusing… furious… fatuous… fleeting…
quick…save me from the dictionary…
the Thesaurus… and all the loverly
WORDS
