the words play a game

Sometimes the words won’t come.
I sit and wait, ready to play,
but the words won’t come.

Try one way - is there a wolf?
No, he skulked away in the dark.
Try another - is there some sand?
No, it slipped through the cracks.

Where do the words go
when they won’t come out to play?
Are they hiding?

I have said too much about the words
and I have embarrassed them.
Made them feel some weight of expectation.
Made them feel they need to show off
and get some applause.

I wish the words knew it is only me here
waiting to play....

what usually works
is a good rhyme
something about that
calls them... in time...

oh! here they come!
marching out
yes! here they are!
they scream and they shout

no, I didn’t forget you
silly this and wonky that
and no, I don’t think at all
you look fat

you are delightful
full of sparkle
you shine more than
megan markle!

oh, dear words
here you are
please don’t desert me
that would be such a scar

I will do what I can
to keep you safe
I’m sorry my recent stance
it has chafed

I Love You Words!
you have made my day
oh you make me so happy
when you come out to play!