Wordsmithing
juggling for meaning
cascading for
coherent cogitation.
My soundless mind!
I’m out in the glare—
the darkness
of a blank stare.
Cascading a dangling
ambiguous word
this tinnitic ring
rings louder.
A funerary knell?
A mystic tune?
A cryptic note
in discord?
An anguish tear?
Should I write
what it might be?
Should it be
an inappropriate
intent?
Should it be what I think
it should be
or leave it
for the reader to mutter?
By Curt Robbins