Scratching's
I came out of the poem
carrying certain words,
planning to use them
inside my own poetry.
When I tried that,
my half-completed work
began to scratch itself
like a dog with tics.
They were really good words,
but they were sounds -
just pretty sounds.
In the end I shook my shaggy head
and wrote only plain words instead.
Ugly bugs,
but they won’t itch.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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