01 February 2015

Seeking Inspiration

Sometimes the images come first
how to turn it into verse?

Then again could be a thought
all my musings come to naught.

A memory of something past
the time to dwell goes by too fast.

I almost get it right sometimes
but then I find that nothing rhymes.

Gaze at the butterflies and birds
to find I'm left with words, words words,

how do I put them into order
without anxiety disorder?

My good intentions fall apart
rip up the page another start.

Hours pass head bent in sorrow
I'll have another stab tomorrow!