butterfly words

thoughts

and 

words

s
     p
          i
  w           r
       h           a
            i           l        
                 r           and
                      l
f l u t t e r
     like
 b u t t e r 
  f l i e s

too fast
   
 to catch
      
  and pin 
   
   on the page

and I am
 
 too tired
 
  to give chase ...

word space

sometimes

   words need space

to breathe

    to savour each 

                         d e l i c i o u s
                                                       droplet

sometimes

  they come out 
        in-a-rush
                stumbling over 
                         themselves
                                   tripping over 
                                            each other 
                                                      in a hurry to be heard

in this space

         my words are free

                    to be themselves

to flow with my

                                 mood
                                     swings

                                                                                to
                                                                     disobey
                                                               the
                                                       laws
                                                  of
                                          physics
                                   and 
                             flow
                 backwards

                                           if they want to

or sit neatly
in a row
if it fits

Inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing with Space

a lunchtime moment

at lunch
I try to make
my own
little bit
of space
head lost
in a book
mind
elsewhere
amid the noise
and babble
the talking
and chatter
in this crowd
of people
(too many people)
but their voices
creep into
my quiet
and their
presence
can’t be
ignored
time flows
sand falls
my hour is up
I gather
myself
and step out
as the door
swings closed
behind me
I’m enveloped
in silence
soft and gentle
on my ears
a blanket of peace
laid over me
just birds and footsteps
and the sound of my breath