Wordhoard

Words matter.

The ones we use 

and those we discarded.

The ones we blurt

and those that will never return.

The ones we hear 

and those we disregard

The ones we splutter

furious, tearful, uncertain.

That word matters.

The one that closes,

and this re-imagined.

The one that dies

and these that stop us in our tracks.  

The one that heals

and this that gives blessing.

The one that opens

wisdom, debate, ifs and perhaps.

Words live on.

The ones broken,

and those we remember

The ones revised

and those we hold untenable.

The ones ungagged

and those we will always bear.

The ones exploded

unheard and intersectional.

Each word matters.

Coddle - breast - wean - nurture;

Paddle - stroke - somersaults with twist;

Regard - bless - treasure -  weigh.

Craig Muir 2018

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