A Poem From the Unknown

I observe palls of leaves, drifting on the wind Compelling me to write, but my page keeps going limp Fraying along straight edges, curling into crimp, Nuanced in nature, daintiest touch rebuffs my whims Thoughts become hesitant, so readily demurred I scribble tenuous nothings, reflecting absent words Cant tell which is moving, the leaves or my world Seemingly fluxed together, synchronicity bestirs Impossible to measure, let alone describe this scene Small eddies all around me, vortex on grasses green, As I look upon the tumult, my imagination reconvenes Ink begins flowing again, and words start to scream Disenfranchisement over, now feeling overjoyed Balance is restored, the moment remains unspoiled I look down at my sheet of paper, if only to recoil Not in horror! Amazement, this little poem self compiled. YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS 18/10/21