#WRITINGPROMPT: TACTILE EXPERIENCE OF WORDS
Poem: Brain Confesses Admiration for Words
My brain is jealous of your shades of gray
My Brain Is Jealous of Your Shades of Gray
You color me speechless when you open your mouth.
I stop, I breathe, and I ponder my thoughts.
There’s so much so often I try to convey,
could I find the one word all of my thoughts prey?
Your curves and edges adorned with white spaces
seem to lure the eye and bring joy to the senses.
I can see why so many would fall for your looks…
Call me old-fashioned, but I lurk for your nooks.
For it’s not your shape that makes me feel.
It’s all those meanings that spool my spinning reel.
I could alter you, word, in so many ways,
and you’ll be a thought-shifter, not something I gaze.
If anything about you sends shivers down my spine
and body aches I try fighting all the time,
as I said, your meanings are touching my heart.
The way you pull my brain strings is taking me apart.
