Lost Poem
I know it's in here somewhere,
That line that sets the whole thing off,
The one where I will lay bare,
Revelations that I dream of.

Tonight I just can't find them,
Those words that melodic exclaim,
I'm contented, or lonesome,
Embellished, or rhythmic, or plain,

The phrases that elude me,
Forgiven, that they come so slow,
Occurring when they're ready,
When, in their way, they'll tell me so.

 

Comments:
 
Rinskinski   Rinskinski wrote
on 8/10/2009 4:37:48 AM
So many writers can relate to this! I love the irony presented here. The fact that you can't think of what to write is your inspiration. I love it!

Michele
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"...a poem a day, keeps the shrink away!"

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A little whimsy about writing.
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