The View
I wondered why I could not write
why the pen seemed dry
why words seem to circle
like an eagle looking for prey
the more I searched
words eluded me
yet like the eagle looking
for the right kind of prey
I kept searching for right words
they appeared everywhere
but nothing filled the appetite
I decided to get a birds eye view
of what was holding me back
I think I needed to rest
instead of spreading my wings
a nest to sit and meditate
the virus and lock downs were
a perfect time to write yet
these changes happening in life
effected me in more ways than one
so pen in hand
I soar back to poetry land.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2021
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