Words can TOUCH.

Words can chatter.

Words can tell you

what’s the matter.

Words can cut,

splice and dice.

In other words,

be not nice.

Lying words

I’ve come to hate;

Embers dying in the grate.

Empty words like love

and forever

go poof like bubbles

In bad weather.

So what can I say

when all is done?

Add a grain of salt

To everyone.






About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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2 Responses to Words

  1. emmagc75 says:

    I like this. Yes words can be very powerful. The older I get, the more careful I try to be with mine. Have a great day 🙂


  2. sMiLes.. first oF
    DArk.. second
    oF liGht
    aLL moVinG
    boom goes
    the SonG.. banG
    comes.. wE..
    how word
    And DanCe oF uS..
    WInks.. dedicated to
    the 93% of Social
    that is innate
    and Real
    iN aLL
    Of non-verbal
    language.. including
    SonG without written
    Word of Lies.. my friend..:)


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