Writing Ii
Wandering through verbiage
needing a Muse buttress
against the blue-lined emptiness
toward an expression to
portray the day,
the gift to uplift this life
sprung forth in a 3-ring binder.
Titillating thesaurus (....huh?)
lends only separation from a pen
point. Whats the point?
Wearily mundane homonym's
whistle through synapses
left unfired. Finished?
No, I don't think so ...
and there's the point ... aha!
I can wander and wail
and the reward is all
in the line whether it rhymes
or oozes into oblivion.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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