Featured Poem: The Willful Words

By Thelma A. Giomi
Yucca Branch

 

Wild willful words

Come sweeping across

The page

As if they owned

My heart.

 

Wild willful words

Sometimes,

Come more gently.

As if they were a summer breeze,

A quiet tenderness

Season-wise with wisdom,

As they slip into

My morning’s wonderings.

 

Wild willful words

Can come whistling and whining,

Through the cracks

Unruly as the turbulent wind.

Still, I pledge

Wild willful words

I will abide with you.

Aware of your story’s power.

I am yours for the duration.

6 comments

  1. Claire Massey says:

    However the words come to poets, gently or wildly, we do indeed feel compelled to answer their call!
    I like the idea of “abiding” with the words.

  2. Carol ehrlich says:

    I really enjoyed this poem! It spoke to me! You’ve engaged a worthy repetition, and I compliment you!

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