little word freaks

..

we squeaks in syllables,
speaks in rhythm and rhyme.

we knows how to blows
a phrase about in breeze.

we sees ourselves as scribblers,
ink-dribblers of divine.

we frees the words from white,
and writes our wrongs.

we sirens songs to sky and sea
in bright bold streaks.

 

..
In April, we poem. And sometimes we just play around with words. 

 

 

 

 

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