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Speechless
I’ve been thwarted in my efforts to shine at elocution,
for though I memorize the words, I flub their execution.
In short, although I’m erudite, I don’t excel at speeches.
I stammer and I blush and sweat. My words come out as screeches.
I don’t give toasts at weddings. At funerals, I am mute.
And although I am quite clever and politically astute,
you won’t find me expounding on what I think I know,
for when I seek to share my thoughts, they just advance too slow.
Even if I’ve known for years the people I’m among,
I simply do not have the gift of a silver tongue.
There are no debate trophies cluttering my shelf,
for I’m usually speechless unless talking to myself.
The prompt today is thwart.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Speechless – saying everything for this beautiful post!!
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👏👏👏👏…
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Delightful! You can talk to yourself, Judy, as long as you don’t answer yourself.
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Alas, I do..But actually, it doesn’t bother me to speak in public, either. Not really describing myself.
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I gathered as much. This was a little psychologist joke. One who answers could be diagnosed with schizophrenia.
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Beautifully expressed!
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This is so lovely, humourous and touching at the same time.
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Thanks, Paean.
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You are such a talented poet Judy. So fun to follow your thoughts day by day.
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Thanks Catherine. Just slammed my finger in the door to the doggie domain and had to have stitches. I really sliced it open.
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Great photo essay, too!
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Speaking or no, you sure can write.
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Thanks, April.
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