S. J. Wynn

Literally.

What if Language broke?

Communication between us would base itself on guesses and gestures, on taking cues from the media as how to respond to others.

We would not recognize each other; words would go colorless. What binds the light of letters together would chafe and split. Losing that…

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We march our children off to war…

Photo by Tim Mudd on Unsplash

We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.

In the morning:

We dress-
Our children
For school

We march-
Them off
To war

In rooms:

Full of-
Semi-automatic
Clouds of chalk

Full of-
The lingering
Smell of pencils

And tomorrow:

Take an eraser-
To a predictably
Bloodied world.

We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.

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More than the music,
More than the writing;
There’s us.

What we are,
What we become;
What we can be.

It’s the World.

Because if we can,
Anyone can;
It’s that important.

(That necessary.)

That much a gift that I find you,
That I know you;
That we become what we are…

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Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?

In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.

On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words

When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.

How to cry!

Without wells…

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Photo by Myriam Jessier on Unsplash

Ugly Dogs!
I freaking love ugly dogs!
I love them!

Bilateral symmetry
Kiss his:
Ugly-pugly-fugly-mugly.

Pinch his (How many?)
Chins. (How many?!)
Wonderful!

I freaking love:
Happy! Joyous!
Ugly-Ugly-Ugly

Dog snores from the couch.
Lazy eye lounges
Leers at the front door…

Soon the pizza will arrive.
Hope he gets some…

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S. J. Wynn

S. J. Wynn

Keep Going. Keep it Going… It’s not a matter of if, it’s just a matter of… \O/ …