On the tip of my tongue
preludes of gentle thoughts
wash away in the undertow of fears.
Humility tinted endeavors fall in drifts,
never enough to cover the limbs as they strain in their reaching.
We cannot fix what is lacking.
Tinny waves nick and split the heart
leaving vivid and unyielding scars
for others to carefully walk
The words this week are:tip, fix, tinted, preludes, vivid, tinny, drifts,
nick, waves, gentle, limbs, insidious, split