Words

Here is another poem I wrote a while back, when I was reminded how important effective communication is and how tough it can be to achieve. 

My words are not always bold.

Sometimes dim and sometimes old,

new, bright, thin, or cold.

Mostly clean, or with a little mold.

Sometimes smart...or so I'm told.

Some words they come with crease and fold,

often loose and hard to hold.

Some are tight and neatly rolled,

packed and wrapped, but never sold.

Some like teeth they must be pulled,

and some, like cattle, should be culled.

(The picture is another one of my permanent marker drawings... I was playing with words.... sorry, I couldn't help it.)

Medium: Black Permanent Marker with Digital Editing