Triple Word.
For National Poetry Day 2025
Letters scatter
Across the board of my mind;
Some cling to meaning
Others slip in silence
Hoping to form a word
That counts,
That earns a point
Against the clock of thoughts
And the quiet hum of longing.
I place vowels
Like soft steps
Across memory tiles,
Consonants grind
Against the edges of regret,
Hoping for a high score
In the game of living,
Where no one checks your rack
For letters left unused.
A word forms
From dust and shadow,
A promise or a prayer
That even in a jumble
Something can spell,
Joy.
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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.
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Comments (3)
I'm so glad I read this today. Your work always leaves me with just a bit more joy. I loved the word play and the references to Scrabble. My favorite line was "I place vowels Like soft steps Across memory tiles." Wonderful.
"That even in a jumble Something can spell," That felt so reassuring. Loved your poem!
The speech wasn't less in this one. But I am speechless because the vibe was right. The rhymes were giving and your words pulled me out of a slump. This was so good. It conjures inspiration. Every line was not left unloved because the one that followed. The one accompanying the one before, took a bow while the other rised above it. 'Others slip in silence' relatable. 'Memory tiles.' oh I love this to bits. Memory tiles is such a memorable play of words. A high score in the game of living. I'll give you one through this comment. This poem is 40/10. 'Even in a jungle something can spell joy' love your creativity here Cathy. Outstanding work 🤗❤️