A Poet’s Perplexion Poem by Kaz Kawasaki

I sit here gazing at my computer screen
Searching for the next word, sentence, idea to jot down.
I look up at the existing writing:
Select All Delete.

Each one of my poems begins with such hopeful starts.
The first stanza completed to brilliant perfection.
The second one pulled off after a bit of struggling insight
And then stuck, like a wagon wheel in quicksand.

I wish I could write like Edgar Allen,
The venerable Robert Frost, even Dickinson.
Anything to explain how I feel inside.
However, I can’t.

Instead I just sit at this computer screen
Painstakingly seeking the technique
To express what I really feel.
But for now, they stay in the gloomy dungeons
of seeming impossibility.