Neville

More Words

More Words

 

More words than

Usual 

Came to me today

They

Came in droves

Like angry bees

And

Indiscriminately

They stung 

While others

Made their way

More peacefully

In single lines

And ordered rows

Some came 

As whispers

Some as

Garbled prose

They came in

Ones and two’s

And 

Floods and flows

Together tho

They each spelt 

Trouble

Dont’cha know   

Some spoke of

Mysteries

Or miracles

Of unrequited love

And heaven knows

But in a blink

They were all as

Good as gone

No more angry

Bees or whispers

No more

Getting stung

And all before

I saved a single one …