these words mean nothing
why do words come so quickly amongst
Friday midnight’s half remembered prayers
Saturday morning’s crumpled tissues
and Sunday afternoon’s long walks past blaring speakers and nurtured yards
but when Monday morning comes
the blank page faces me down
and I can only blink back
why do the words scribbled on napkins
finger flown and too autocorrected to be understandable in the notes app on my phone
make more sense
than the ones
I bang out on my keyboard
and edit until I can recite them back to forward
I only find the words I’m looking for among tears
and the scent of barbecue
and so these words mean nothing
and yet they ring true
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[why do words come so quickly amongst
Friday midnight’s half remembered prayers
Saturday morning’s crumpled tissues
and Sunday afternoon’s long walks past blaring speakers and nurtured yards] – these lines resonate with me…great poem!
I love the title and the sentiment-especially because of a joke I have been doing lately (inspired by a sweet soul) where I scream “This means nothing to me! Less than nothing to me!!!” when someone tries to thank me for something. It’s been lots of chuckles the last few days.
i relate to this deeply