Empty Basket

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Where are all the words?
They can't all be gone,
not this fast!
Were they stolen,
by any chance?
Na,
no one's got the key
to my head.
Unless I stored some
in my heart.
Did I?

I'm done
searching inside.
I go out
with a basket
and before I know it,
it's overflowing
with buds of ideas.
I seek the aid of time
to help nourish them
to form new words,
words of mine.

They have grown now
into pretty little phrases.
I give them toys
to play with -
Commas, full stops.
Exclamations!
They fight a lot
claiming one is better
than the other.
Puberty.
What can I say?

I can't wait to see them
grow into mature sentences,
perfect paragraphs,
excellent essays,
and big books.
Until then 
I'll keep feeding them,
guarding them
from being stolen
cause I am nothing
without my words.
I am only an empty basket
without my words.





This is the last post of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.
Previous post: A Familiar Ache
 

Comments

  1. none to be knownSeptember 3, 2023 at 9:59 AM

    One day I too shall sing
    Sing from my heart
    Heart that overflows
    Overflowing with glee.

    It's an internal fight. One day I'll form the perfect sentences too. Until then I shall dwell in the world of incomplete.

    ReplyDelete
  2. RehanaSeptember 3, 2023 at 10:40 AM

    Such a creative way to show love for words!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. AmbicaSeptember 7, 2023 at 7:41 PM

    The words are alive...a beautiful ode to language and the way we communicate and express.

    ReplyDelete

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