I have words

I have words that flow like rivers,

words that breach the waterfall,

words that flood my page with colour,

and words that simply stall.

I have words of light and healing

words like angels of delight

and words of dark foreboding

ugly ogres of the night.

I have words that dance when spoken-

tarantellas on the tongue

and words that leave me tongue-tied

that always come out wrong.

I have words that blight and fluster

that only harvest weeds,

and words, despite their bluster,

generating more wholesome seeds.

I have words that wake my sleeping,

loudly shouting in the night -

dressing different with my rising

just a whisper in the light.

I have words that hold me captive

dungeoned  shackles that degredate

and gentle caring gaolers,

releasing words, that liberate.

I have words so warm and tender

they make the heart palpate

they embrace you with their splendour -

words that punch above their weight.

I have words of self-importance,

I have words of little worth:

words that tower up to heaven,

words that tumble down to earth.

I have words I should have spoken

but they somehow atrophied,

while the words that came out, broken,

are the words that still abide.   

There are words that need a sat-nav

to get you somewhere nice

and words that shouldn’t surface

if you’ll take my poor advice.