What I Meant To Say Was…

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The unfettered syntax
of everyday living
makes learning the rules
of its private language
nearly now unknowable.
There seems no order
to life’s sentences.

How to say what happened?

The fault is in our commas.
Our nouns are not objective.
Our pronouns refer us
to uncertain entities.
Even verbs seem to waffle.
Adjectives and adverbs
attach without order.
No articles of faith.
Voice becomes a guest
at a feast of silence
shouting to be heard.

Words skitter anxiously about,
leaving the individual mouth,
stammering and vulnerable,
uncertainly peregrinating,
not knowing their places.

And yet we must speak.

Nothing to be done,
but to write away,
saying what we hope to say,
hoping that someone
will understand today.

Inspired by the dancing words of Mary Holden.