My Words
by
Joyce Wycoff
Don’t
touch my words, honey!
They are mine.
Sweet little round things
That squeak and peep
and turn orange in the morning sun.
I’m telling you, don’t even try.
Stand back or a word dart
Might come flying your way.
Sometimes I’m full of needle-prick zaps
Sometimes only purple molasses coos.
Sharp or soft, they are my words
And ain’t no one ever gonna
Steal them away again.
So stand back, honey.
I’m speaking!
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It’s My Choice
by
Joyce Wycoff
I
can let it flow.
I can turn it loose and let it go,
Or, I can work it.
I can push it, pull it, pound it,
Shove it, shape it, turn it inside out,
Or break it. I can work it.
I can form it in my hands
And make it fit my plans.
I can work it!
Or, I can let it go.
Turn it loose and let it flow.
Let it flow
Let it flow
Let it flow!
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