Night by the Fire

I've just come back from the 'Tales By the Fire' event in Fort Perch Rock. It's a brilliant night and is was packed to capacity. It's nice to see that 'Capital of Culture' leaving the area hasn't dampened the talent and creative skill of the area. If you've never been to the event it makes for a great evening of poetry, song, storytelling and even some conversation.

Of course I'm only posting here because of the immense boredom that comes following another of my frequent bouts of insomnia...oh well, it just means more time to write wonderful poetry......No Really! I mean it's better than writing my Psychology essay.

So what piece of poetry do I have to post this time? Is it a profound piece of literary wonder?

Well not quite, just a few lines of ever so unimportant drivel about words....yep that's right, words about words.


Words

Words are everywhere,
Words are my tools,
Words are a staple.

Words, Words, Words,
I give them order,
I give them rhythm.

Words are invaluable,
Words are my core,
Words are a comfort.

Words, Words, Words,
I give them context,
I give them meaning.

As I craft,
As I construct,
Words become ephemeral,
Words become my Everest,
Words become a

Words, Words, Words,
My tools desert me,
They resist my order.

Words are driving me insane,
Words are my madness,
Words are a frustration.

Words, Words, Words,
They warp my mind,
They twist my meaning.
Words, Words, Words,
They are so fickle.
Why do we bother?