Words To Paper Poem by David Daykin

As I wander in my head,
or should I say wonder there instead.
Oh nevermind I digress.
These thoughts that slide left to right,
to put on page can be a continual fight.
The words that shuffle all around,
leave me confused, which way is up or down?
So I sit waiting, waiting, holding pen.
No, the words have fled again!
So incorporeal for so many many days,
they flit and fly, I hope this patience pays.
Oh wait, wait, I see them there.
I reach out to grab, they flee like startled hares.
Again I sit, must be patient and wait.
No use toiling, sweating, no time to berate.
One day the words in my head will not commit this foulest treason.
And will appear on a page with ease that defies all reason.