Poetry I wish to write,
To put today on this website,
But when the words I seek today,
The words they do fly away.
Why is that? Where do they go?
My Mind is active, my pen writes slow,
I cast my Mind into Memory Mode,
Hoping words will now unfold.
Into verses five, as is my norm,
With rhymes and scan into poems form,
Keeping you interested in what I say,
And what I write for you each day.
I sit me down with pad and pen,
Not knowing what, or even when,
The words would flow, ~ if HE wanted me
To write more poems to be read by thee.
HE wants me to increase my load,
To write for you what I’m told,
For if HE did not wish to write,
There’d be no poem for you tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very good poem and oh so true. Alot of times the words just don't come for me either. Great poem! Warmest Regards, Donna Nimmo