Digging for Words

There is a bottomless pit

filled with words

that could fill our tanks

and fuel the fire

to put our pens in motion.

Words and phrases

clinging to each other,

strung like a strand

of popcorn and cranberries

wrapped around a tree.

Waiting to get eaten

by our minds and our brains

that soak up thoughts

like a porous sponge

awaiting a day

to type our hearts away

and our silent songs

to be sung.

An authentic craft

that wants to finalize

into a work of art.

Yet here we are digging, digging, digging

and grasping at straws.

For a word that

has clung to something else

that we can’t see.

For writers block

has sold itself to the devil

and we are captive to its whim.

Help me dig myself out of here.

I’m holding a word in my hand

yet, I am powerless to climb

out of the well.

jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 25, 2012