My thoughts are wound on a spool
knotted, Gordian-style so that nobody
– especially you –
can steal them.
I don’t think you have the capability
– the facility –
to do so,
but you never know
you never know.
You are so effusive,
your constant noise
drives me insane.
You upset me,
you deafen and blind me,
you make me drowsy
just with the effort to maintain
my equanimity.
Your thoughts are dull
but your tongue is supple.
It
Just
Never
Stops
Your words are a miasma
I gurgle and choke
but you don’t even notice.
Another prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – use at least ten out of the twelve words in the Wordle prompt above!
Goodness only knows where this poem came from, but hey, that’s part of the fun!
Do take part, read other prompts, but most of all, enjoy!
Freya Writes... 
Your thoughts are dull
but your tongue is supple.
I also really love the section about stealing thoughts. Outstanding use of the Wordle, an emotional piece for me
Thank you. It was somewhat inspired by an overheard conversation in town yesterday (although I didn’t realise until afterwards). The barrage of words and sentences filled with ‘and she was like’ and ‘and I was like’ felt so oppressive and energy-draining.
I hope the emotions weren’t too hard to handle.
Real life inspiration is best, oh no I enjoyed the entire reading experience rest-assured
Wonderful use of the words Freya. The wordle is such fun when you have words like medulla to try and work in…..I loved this one: “Your words are a miasma” – I found this the hardest one to use so well done to you…
Thank you Michael! I couldn’t weave in medulla, so you did a fine job!
They are always a challenge Freya, some weeks I create some nonsense so I can get the hard words in…lol