For the love of Words

I’ve stopped trying to drink beer.
Even from a stein it always tasted of lukewarm bitterness. I avoid bitterness. I wish to spit the lukewarm away from my tongue.
I savor the drink of words.
Sharper than a sword, sometimes leaden but never wooden. Words that come at midnight when the other people are swollen with hops and clubs are bursting. I sit here swallowing verbs and adjectives and conjunction junctions.
A writing prompt from magpietales.

20 thoughts on “For the love of Words

  1. Far better to be drunk on words than alcoholic potions…the hangover is much easier!!!

    At 65, I've done it! My poetry book – Life's Journey by Carmen Henesy – is out on Amazon!
    ( Poems about the things that have been important to me in my journey through life, some humorous, some sad, some that may have meaning to you as well )


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