There’s a line words cannot cross
Maybe they haven’t been around long enough
Perhaps they never tried hard enough
Conceivably they’re just lazy
There’s a line words will not cross
Syllables melt, disintegrate
Consonants falter, stumble
Vowels stomp, jar
There’s a line words do not cross
Even when poets hand out passports, storytellers maps
They remain illegal aliens
Exile eternal
Day 7 of #OctPoWriMO. You can find the prompt and the links to other poems here: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2017/10/day-7-and-then-i-went-too-far.html.
Unassorted stories 
Words can do many things… but, there is a line…
Day 7, great writings, Angela. G:)
Yay 🙂
A great work, I felt I read by reading this !
Wow, that’s beautiful. Thank you!
Lovely, Angela. I especially like the second stanza with all the specific, energized verbs. Thank you. xoA