Words To Find

Sitting here, 

Pen in hand,

A room in a house,

In no-man’s land.

Thoughts to mind,

Unleash, unwind,

Pen to paper, 

Words to find.

There’s food in the cupboard,

Even more in the drawer;

There’s stock in abundance:

Write notes, score.

Letters flying around in my head,

Jumbled confusion,

Lines left unsaid.

Ideas I now beckon,

Forth from the depths:

Subconscious creations,

Unchained loose kept.

The way now is open,

Quite tidy, quite clear:

March onward and forward,

Success, sweet and sincere.

© Liola Lee 2007

 

 

 

 

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