Whew! Made it! Tied up with my poet-compatriot.
Where do they come from
these words, thoughts, strung
together, willingly
or not?
Loquacious parents,
spouting words treasured
for oddity, scarcity, for
impact?
Reading voraciously,
"anything, anything!"
never passing chances
to look up unfamiliar
nuggets?
Listening to my
erudite professors,
my pompous friends,
my intellectual
media?
Or do they pop
from somewhere beyond
experiential ken,
lexical amino acids making
newness?
31/100
all the voices in my head 
Mine are mostly quotes from “Star Trek” or “The Simpsons”.
😆
Where do our words come from and in what order? Great question. On days when I think I have not a word in me, I start with “how do I feel?” That generally moves me towards some words. The poem I wrote for today (not posted yet) was around the word poppet; which I just like!
Also, way to catch up! How does that feel?
Good! But then again, kinda like asking a marathon runner how he feels upon catching up on mile #7! Still a lot to go