Why is this poem hard to write?
Why will the words not flow from my Mind?
They float In and Out, and scurry around,
But onto my pad will not settle down.
I have so much yet to say,
So many thoughts and words ~ you see.
But why ~ will they stay in my Mind?
And not ~ be conveyed ~ to thee.
Why does HE not clear my thoughts?
As the minutes till dawn tick by,
Soon there will be light in the sky,
And my words will trickle by.
I tear another page from this pad,
It was a verse I could not complete,
The rhyme and scan was there in my Mind,
But no sense could I make of it.
Harder it is to write these poems,
Yet I need only four more you see,
Until my 500th I do write,
A Goal for this poet ~ you see.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 12 January 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem