Member Poem

THE BEST OF THE HERD

Should I be scared that words might run out
Thousands have already escaped into the wild
Each have served a purpose, I have no doubt
All of different ages, whether as adult or child
No need to be sad at their loss, or even pout
Denying words their freedom is to be reviled
Yet for some writers, it can be seen as a curse
When no mot juste comes, for prose or verse

Such a dry well may not happen every time
It could be a reluctance to avoid what is clear
Seeking that exquisite fit for meter or rhyme
Or undecided about how a word may appear
Yet out from obscurity a word may still climb
But expression can trump nothing to see here
A word should have the exposure it deserves
But each one is less than the writing it serves