March 1st, 2006
Scrabble
We used to pride ourselves
on the words we knew.
The dictionary sat beside us
but was seldom consulted.
I’m amazed when I think now
of how few words we actually used
to talk, that final game
we played over and over.
Our vocabularies froze,
it was as though we were down
to our last rack
of letters, board
space was limited to tight
corners or tricky gaps,
and the time limit, set so
long ago when time seemed endless,
ticked softly to its end.
-Louis McKee
Tags: Scrabble, Louis McKee, Words
Ed Bremson says:
A poem about words, time, a relationship, ultimately a love poem. Thanks for sharing.
March 3rd, 2006 at 06:15 pm
Kunal Goel says:
March 3rd, 2006 at 08:02 pm
Avik says:
I see a little story…do chose your poems wisely Kunal
March 6th, 2006 at 09:53 am