Turn of Phrase

“T-Rex” Photo by Rachel B. Baxter

I started this thing out
listening to music with no words,
now I’m smiling at the lyrics
of a pop song because
it’s the most clever turn of phrase
I’ve heard in some time —
I’m ok with the disconnect,
though it can be distressing,
I don’t want to be reminded of anything —
good or bad, really.
I’m grasping at straws
from the bottom of a crater
and I’m wondering who
will read my journals
someday when paper and pen
become antique.
Will they smile at my
turns of phrase, or
will they shut me up,
in favor of the wordless.

Written as a follow-up to the poem Music With No Words.

Mother Scorpion