Sometimes
Words together
Sound good
To the ear
Devoid of meaning
And homeless
In a notebook
They hum
Waiting for your pen
To guide them home
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Tag: Writing
Stores We Tell
A damsel in distress
A knight striving his best
A nautical tale
A huge white whale
Imagined realities
Fight life’s banalities
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Words Like Thunder
Words resonated more
Before they were written down
Crashing like thunder
Confined to only sound
Now they are echoes
Lost and found
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
That Crusoe Must Have Thunk
I have the kind of
Knowledge you get
From spending too much time alone
Books are my solace
When I am lonely to the bone
I am a dreamer
I am a drunk
I am thinking all the thoughts
That Crusoe must have thunk
I have the kind of old soul
That runs away from pain
I know all about the price of love
And its small and subtle gains
I am a dreamer
I am a drunk
I am thinking all the thoughts
That Crusoe must have thunk
I might have misgivings
Along the way
But the train’s already moving
And the fare has been paid
Some come on now
All you words and songs
Give me that substitute
For which my soul longs
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
No One May Read The Words
No one may read the words
The audience may be silent
Or may not exist
Write it still
Howl at the moon
In the dead of the night
Quiet in the forest
The wolf does not care
It is not heard
By all
The howl is for its pack
To acknowledge the lit night
And the glory of being cold
Hungry and alive
The hunt is for the sake
Of the hunt itself
The words are for the sake
Of the words themselves
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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