I Speak
I speak yarn,
and the twiddling of fingers wrapped in strands of color
I speak cat
hands caressing a purring head
I speak computer
tapping of keys to find my goal
I speak oldest child
getting away with nothing and blamed for everything
I speak poems
flowing of words onto the page
I speak loyalty
sticking to those I have given my trust
I speak playfulness
Whats life without a little smile?
I speak curiosity
eyes open to a waiting world
I speak nail
The polish and designs of endless combines
I speak woods
silent trees, stand strong in their wake.
I speak weird
Spontaneous enjoyment is my way
I speak me
And that's all there is to say.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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