Words by Darren TYNAN
Savouring the sumptuous vowels that swim on my tongue,
This swirling soup of letters is delectably alphabetic.
A sonorous wave of consonants refract across the room,
And in time they explode like a fragile balloon.
Regrettably mired in a swamp of thickened thought,
The letters remain static until their meanings are drawn.
So I slurp once again, to digest what is left,
And laugh as these frivolous words are born.
They clamber for attention,
Their syntax is redemption,
But how do I make sense of it all?