Words

Frozen in the mindscape
sentences in mid stride
caught like the gazelle
in the light of judging self

Blank floor welcomes,
words sponged clean
or is it that they are
playing games truant?

Searching for words
the writer falters
and then one day
the dam spills...

Words rush out,
trampling each other
demanding a show
not caring what I thought.

Will they ever make sense
I don’t know for sure
but they are my companion
I love them no matter what!