When the Words Won’t Come


One common characteristic shared by people with MS is the inability to find the right word at the right time.

This set of haiku was inspired by my increasing tendency to just substitute the elusive word with a string of other words that – in my head, at least – evoke the same meaning, albeit in a more roundabout way.

When the words won’t come

I search for a substitute,

Sense built from word-bricks.


Not the telephone,

The hold-to-your-ear talking box,

You know what I mean!


Not petrol station,

The car making-go juice stop,

Yes, that, that’ll do.


Not the dishwasher,

The pots-pans cleaning machine,

You knew what I meant.


It’s the only way

To get it out of my head

When the words won’t come.

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