words

sometimes the words just wonít come,
usually when iím sitting in front
of a keyboard with all the elements
laid out before my eyes
like a bunch of puzzle pieces
with an infinite number
of possible arrangements,
none of which form coherent images

and other times
the words just wonít
stop -
they harass me
at night
in bed,
wonít let me sleep
they harass me
on my way to work
they harass me
at work
they harass me

4/2/18




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-18 at 22:24

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I know both feelings. Well said.
Ashe
2018-04-19