Just one word a day
I will have become richer by next winter
with words to cheer, challenge and amuse
all attention at my disposal
shadows of more elusive words taunt me of their existence
the sparkle in my eyes and parting lips
expressions cherished inside but never spoken
it is my fondest wish, urgent desire -
to channel consciousness
But I am contained in a speechless pressure cooker
take off the lid or witness my spontaneous combustion