Writing Woes
The words crept into the mind
Slowly drifting, as effortless as the clouds.
Visions danced, held hands and mingled,
imagination, ran high.
Thoughts running wildly free, irrational,
dancing, creating an imagery wonderland.
Words become thoughts,
thoughts became sentences.
Sentences became forms,
as the poem formed the mind raced.
Writing each thought before it vanished
Catching it, in case it flees.
Sometimes the chase is easy, poem fulfilled
Sometimes the hunt eludes ,answers evade
Needing to fulfill that write,
blank pages staring you in the face
Pieces of paper, words on a page
Waiting to be finished, waiting to be heard.
Some will get published, others put on a shelf.
Some will be read, others only hid
So let the visions hold hands, let them dance
floating effortlessly, flowing free.
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