Playing Word Games Poem by Sandra Feldman
Playing Word Games
Thru my hands,
Day by day
As gaming
Treasure,
Words, I play
In a most,
Pleasurable
And curious
Way,
They become
What I think
What I feel
What I write
And what I say,
Word games,
As company
I play,
Sudden flings,
Inner rings
Of feelings
Keeping me alive,
In spite of everything.
Wonderful poem Sandra, yes...such an inner joy comes when we find the perfect words to express our emotions
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5/5/2024 6:27:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Poetry is like a scrabble that makes us think and enjoy deep inside..... I love it, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++++