Rambling

exploring the relationship between myself and my poetry.

Rambling

Piddling

Muttering

Snickering

Laughing at myself when I try

And yet I keep trying.

And why?

Why am I writing?

Something to say?

To remember? Forget?

Or, could it be 

That I’m lying?

Or

Am I just waiting

Delaying

Saying

That something is worth being said?

?

Procrastinating

Debating

Persuading

Now SURE of the point that I’m making.

 

And though my head’s aching

There’ll be no mistaking

No promises breaking

No lines out of ranking.

And still

I just whistle

And piddle

And twiddle

My letters and words into one.

Whispering

Muttering

Rambling

Babbling

Until

Alas

You're done.

The End

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