When I force my brain, some verse to find,
I discover blankness in my gloomy mind.
My hands fumble for the accurate words-
when I need nouns, there come verbs.
When a right few are caught in my glossy fist,
they slip at once and lost in a mist.
I follow them in a fit of rage
but they don’t stay fit on my page
I let them go and wait for the new,
till I find a suitable few.
It’s only then, when I am calm
I have an apt verse in my palm.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A witty look at the difficulties faced by writers. A pleasant poetic divertissement.
Thank you so very much Louis Sir for your wonderful words. 🙂
A poet’s restless journey to deliver the best portrayed well….
Thanks a ton Maya 🙂
loved reading the wordy travails of a writer.
Thanks so much Santosh ji.