Never at a loss
For words - wit - repartee
I stand before you
Struggling to communicate
Desire inexpressible
My voice has failed
Its rasping croak betrays
Fear choked throat so parched
Disobedient wooden tongue
Stubborn, unmoving stump
Better a letter
Elegant prose relating
All which fills my heart
But the words fall off the page
Spilled cascading waterfall
Stricken to muteness
My hand is still – pen is dry
I’ve become a lump of coal
Dumb idle slab hunkered down
‘Til passion’s flare ignites me
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