Wordplay
by Jane Lang
 

Thoughts a tumble, the search for meaning gnaws at the words I write and tests their validity the moment pen dips into ink. I aspire to present and share phrases, sentences in hopes to explain who I am and how I find inspiration. At times it could be woodland floras’ scent or fauna dampened by early morning dew. Is this enough to hold interest, stoke embers of escape, remembrance, delight with what I convey using gentle twist-of-shades, shapes? Will these thoughts draw the eye closer, spark a quiet joy reading words such as, “The children wearing flowers in their hair” then evoke a smile, a slight nod and travel on across the page as further understanding blooms?



Editor's note: The italicized words are from a poem by MFrostDelaney
 


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