Nine Conceptions

Nine tiny verses sitting on the table go unfinished Set aside until the day my muse is replenished Little bits and bobs of words written without rhyme Trivial ideas scattered about to revisit when I’ve time Trifling thoughts scribbled down over a month or two Left alone gathering dust until more words come through Nine scraps of different paper sit within my sight Waiting, uncaring, for when I feel the timing right Poems beginning and never ending remain the poet's plight Written for the “9” writers contest. 1/10/13