Some days the words don't come
They rattle about in your brain
Like tiny little Who's
Shouting "We are here, we are here, we are here!"
But refuse to make the journey
From brain to paper.
And that's ok.
They will issue forth when they are ready.
And I shall be patient
And wait till they are their time is come.
I think you've captured it...except for that whole patience thing at the end, I haven't mastered that one...can you teach me? Lol! Seriously, really nice poem.
ReplyDeleteMy problem is that patience turns to desertion and I never get back to it...I have composition books full of unfinished essays, stories, plays and poems to prove it.
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