With a single ember
You started a forest fire
In all of my sentences
And I am scorched and singed right down
To my every last verb
And shakey adjective
And onomatopoeic shudder.
You did that to me
And the only words I can find now
Are the ones that scream.
*** Too tired to Peanut Gallery my own poem… zzzzzzz…. ***
*** Good thing you wrote the poem last week, Toots. ***
*** On second thought… my Peanut Gallery never rests. Yay. 🙄 ***