I love words. Always have. I read before age five and continue to be an avid reader. So far this year I’ve completed 63 books, mostly fiction with a few histories and biographies thrown in. I read a newspaper every morning, digital version, of course. I also like to play with words, so I write every day and do the New York Times crossword puzzle most days too. For me Word Work is word play — and play is a really good thing!
So here you go, my friends… a poem about words and birds!
Crosswords and Birds
Crosswords,
as I solve,
help me swallow
digest, dissolve
cross words
that threatened
to cross the line.
Yes.
Words
cross the line
sometimes.
But sometimes
letting them
fly
is worth it.
Other times
it’s better
to say goodbye
and let yourself fly-
a swallow
seeking new ground,
where you can perch
or burrow
and make the sounds
that bring you joy,
express excitement,
or communicate
with others of your ilk.
Ilk
is a great hint
for a crossword.
It reminds me to
find my flock
in whose company I’m
perfectly safe to
roost,
or cut loose
with occasional
cross words.
Hear me read Crosswords and Birds here ☝🏼
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Lovely! :)
A very playful poem….
Thanks for posting!
Best Wishes - Dave:)
The last eight lines are especially delightful!