Seems I haven’t had any poetry nonsense lately…so without any further ado, I give this silly little verse to you!
I do not have words, it’s clear to see.
For when I sit with a pen in hand—the key—
I never have the slightest, faintest clue
What oddness may appear, awake, ensue.
I think from this I can conclude with certainty,
That I do not have words, but words have me!
© Angela M. Adams