A writer’s life is full of woe,
you find a word you like,
then you write something,
and try to fit that word in,
but when you look again.
That word you thought of
it just won’t fit in,
no matter how hard you try it,
that word just will not go.
In a fit of frustration,
you stick it here and there.
Just like jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces will not fit,
so this word will not go anywhere.
In the end you say, “OH heck! ”
Then you put the word
to the back of your mind.
Maybe another day
in another poem,
that word just might fit.
Having said all that,
I’m not betting on it.
In my minds eye I don't see that you have a problem with your words at all...I know they've touched me, as well as made me laugh and think. I saw your title and thought of the song Midnight Train To Georgia. In it is said, 'To a world that wouldn't fit not so long ago......' I know your poem says Word but that is what I thought of...Think it's called word association....marci. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words fit just fine to me...like a my favorite pair of shoes....but I understand your write here.....done it many a time.....: O)