Seas of words come unbidden to me
A storm of letters wanting to flee
From the mental cage holding them in
Through willing fingers, accomplice to sin,
That clickety-clack away to produce...
A silly sonnet about goose??
I sigh, close my eyes to the lines I'd lain out,
Wishing for lovely verses to flout.
I tried, oh I tried, I truly did,
To show the happiness stuck in my ID.
But I grow too weary of this lack of song,
So with a frustrated hiss, I say so long
To my discordant lyrics that sound so wrong.
For years I have not attempted to write so again,
In fear that I may just be spouting in vain,
But I have found courage as I have read through
Hundreds of poems that have changed my world view.
I now write inspired, by all sorts of things,
From rainbows to pencils to rainy springs,
Devoutly determined to express my whole being,
In ink and paper feelings.