trying to build
off the center word
in this Scrabble of life
nothing I can construct
from this soul of vowels
no consonants
in my heart
the game plays on
your turn is quick
your tiles better
your heart unscathed
no words to make
to lead me forward
after the board is folded
and the game put away
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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Bingo!
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