Thursday, February 21, 2013

Talking To Hear Myself Speak

I jibber,
I jabber,
My mouth is
In a lather.

I talk,
I chatter.
About what?
Doesn't matter.

6 comments:

  1. Bridget, I don't always comment, but wanted to say I read your poems every day! I love this one, such fun. You often give me a smile through your poetry so I thank you!

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    1. Aww, thank YOU Linda! I know not every poem I put out there is a gem, but I'm glad I can make you smile once in a while. *smiling as a write this* =)

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  2. I love the sounds in this poem -- "my mouth is/In a lather" for sure.

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    1. Thank you, Laura! Some days I feel like I talk, talk, talk...and never say anything. =)

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  3. I love all the sounds--jibber, jabber, chatter, matter. You put a playful spin on it!

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    1. Thanks, Liz! When listening to a crowded room of people talking you do hear the jibbers and the jabbers. Hopefully all of it matters. =)

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