These things I feel inside,
I just want to unhide,
with my words rather than pen.
But often they are seized at the tongue,
until some terms can be rung,
with the strum of the fingers and thumb.
© Sean Short 2020
Strum of the tongue
Poetry, short essays and other work showcased by a Scientist, Philosopher, and Adventurer. Posts on Monday and First Fridays.
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