The Dance

I rolled a turn of phrase across my tongue,
Then tucked it in a corner of my mind.
For that is oft how verses are begun;
At least that’s the experience I find.

I’ll think sometimes there isn’t quite enough
To tease a work from but a simple phrase.
Only to find a diamond in the rough
Emerging after hiding there for days.

But when I try to force a certain theme,
It’s likely that I’ll find I come up short.
For times like these can make a poet scream
At how the muse will stall or even thwart.

Although it frustrates when the muse is coy,
I’ve learned to greet the dance with certain joy.

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