Dead Verses

Inspired by creative spark to write another poem began to scibble outpouring thoughts for skeleton slowly poetic flashes enveloped and ligamented it gripped by writer's fever, intense work followed mixing adjectives, adverbs in palatable fashion surprising lines emerged from artistic endeavour. (A verse during writing engenders more verses where it leads to is the literary adventure.) It was a meagre poem, it satisfied me not somehow it was jot alive, something was missing for some time composition lingered in languor, no master stroke to complete it - too many loose ends no more literary progress - a dead - end it seemed, just as well I am not meeting somebody's deadline. With one ladt effort tried to tescue the miscarriage reviewed the wordy construction, chopped and amended but the end result is rejected - they are dead verses. I bury them in my subconcious and await next spark maybe one day thry will resurface in verse another, unfinished verses litter the path of the writer's hike.