Quarry

Bulky, unwieldy
Awkwardly arranged
Plunked on the paper
Like big clods of clay

That is how words
Appear now to be
When I want to convey
What you mean to me

Needing to craft
Nuances of thought
Instead a Neanderthal
Pounds with a rock

Inadequate language
Inartfully clubbed
Unable to voice
Prayerful facets of love

Chunks great of speech
Plunge hillside down
When I seek precise beauty
Set into gold prongs

Draft and redraft 
Hauling tons of basalt
That’s how it feels
When I write or I talk

Though most of our needs 
Words can ably address
For expressions of love 
They lie sadly graceless.