Mum’s the Word

words, somedays they elude me
strolling on by, leaving me
standing at the intersection of aphonic and speechless
that’s problematic for a poet
no words, no poem

on second thought, there are words
but not so lyrical or gesticular
not about anything stirring me
just words like a dull knife
unable to make a clean cut into reality

find the muse within
that’s what the poetry cookbook says
since when does betty crocker write poetry?
inner bard, poetaster, rhymester…
all on vacation this morning

even harder to finish a poem
with no apparent reason to be, but
when you’ve come this far
there’s no turning back
for today, mum’s the word

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email:

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