I can't write poems
The way I used to...
So long ago,
It was an easy task,
With rhyming words
Arising like waves
(small waves) ,
But now..
I grope for a phrase
That rhymes;
Even free verse is hard
To pen...
But my thoughts
Run like wild horses,
And I keep on
Trying to harness them
Into words (or verse) ,
And the urge to create
Goes on and on and on.
Grope, rope! But still with hope. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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This is a difficulty faced by every poet and writer at one time or the other! As long as there is that urge to write in you, never feel disappointed! You don't have to harness words, but like tame animals, they will come to serve you! Beautifully put !