An Entire Mire

An Entire Mire Found poem in my mind in an entire mire It never had any desire to try and expire And in my three fingers poem appeared Before twilight of life I feared ever neared. Was brilliant beginning of a writing career That appeared before me exactly right here Might forget poem so better write it down Or in pity and sorrow I may start to drown. Confounded with confusion what should I do? After pulling another poem out of the blue It was then I finally concluded and realized Materialized poem had to be further analyzed. Where was best place for me to begin and start Write words down and then tare them apart As usual was not what I ever was intending Had bad beginning, body and terrible ending. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran