I sit in my armchair
a multitude of thoughts like butterflies
fluttering around my brain
Looking for the very essence of life.
The very best i seek, the most colourful
to use in a new contest
To write about ..........
I don't know,
my mind hasn't focussed
Inspiration hasn't trickled down
to the pen, it is still waiting, the ink dries within
Slowly my thoughts are gathered
time to set the quill on fire,
gathering the multitude of words,
filing them into recognizable verse.
I write, i erase it and re-write
the basket fills with destroyed copies,
the train of thought carries on.
Eyes now tightly shut time to relax
the carriage door to my mind is closed, shutters are down
All thoughts have been scribed,
the entry to the contest is now ready.
Penned August 2 2013