It flows around me
Forcing its restless
energy into me
Words seek to climb
This helix vine from
swampy mess of mind
To blossom in some
chancing rhyme
Instead word-buds
shrivel on the stalk
And slouch away in
disarray
I’m left to grapple
And wrestle into
structured verse
Restless tentacles of
words
That slip and slide
and disappear
Into the muddy mess of
mind
Laughing at my
struggle to translate
The ineffable
And from this grey
quagmire
Fear in slimy dress
does rise
In teasing leer at my
predicament
She chokes my
confidence
Lisping her sweet
temptations
Why bother, your
scribbling’s to transcribe
Who cares if they are
read?
So I take a breath
And steady my doubting
soul
I remind myself I
write, because I write
And with that thought
I’ll face
My fear and discontent
I’ll put it into rhyme
And write it down.
I’ve wrestled into
structured verse
These disappearing
buds of words
I’ve managed rhymes
Of seven lines
The ineffable will
have to wait
It’s beauty to
translate
I’ve done the best I
can
Tomorrow is another
day
Perhaps my thoughts
will rise above
The muddy mess of my
mind
And skip along with
beat and rhyme
And fear will have
released her grip
The beauty of the
unspeakable
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