Behind Closed Doors

Intriguing thought begins to waltz, With baby steps, timid and coy, Twirling into a master ploy - It hesitates and then it halts… The thought is tamed, the game is on, Fervid, wild word search is in play; The frantic quill redrafts all day, The mind’s in frenzy, dusk to dawn. Masterpoem is to be born! Or is it vehemently verbose? One despised doubt… it hither goes - Into the waste bin, gravely torn! Genious has his highs and lows - The price of greatness, I suppose!