The Tickle


A little tickle of inspired thought

or a needy notion nagging release

like a couple of well strung words

Tumbling around the muddy mind

clouded with the silt of daily concerns

the flotsam of outstanding bills to be paid

or murk of eyeing a promotion at work

or even figuring what to have for dinner

Not wanting to really have to cook

thinking something not too involved

rather wanting to scratch that itch

to sit and play with words and wit

to get them down, rearrange them,

massage them, beat them into place

until they fit just right with no sharp edges

passing the tickle to your discerning ear.


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