For the keeper of words

are tough enough,
and now you tell me to measure them in meter and rhyme.
To dress them, position them like fruit in a bowl.
Words, ink blots, charcoal smears, audibles,
never good enough, always second best.
Word sage?
tell me how to put fire words on a cold line,
tell me how to save the gut words that drown in my throat,
the ones that never reach my lips,
the ones that never leave my pen.

About the Author

Cynthia Megill

Cynthia Megill is retired, enjoying her family and looking to challenge herself constantly.