Each To Each
All artists at their pace ascend,
At times progression seems to end.
In limits of your insight's reach,
The span will vary each to each.
Decisions fraught within your head,
The countless fibers, tangled thread,
As inspiration favors some,
A stanza's weaving has begun.
In all the many lessons learned,
The looming syntax you discern.
Frustration strangles certain lines.
You rearrange to redefine.
A backward step to view your words.
Procrastination, strong the urge
A brainstorm-patterned template spun
And with your perseverance, done.
Meter - Iambic Tetrameter (Cataletic)
Gene Bourne.
06-17-14.
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Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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