The words buzz around my mind angry bees giving me so much to say, with no time to say it.
I trip over my scrambled letters trying to place them into a coherent sentence.
No successes comes my way.
Sitting spinning in a seat so soft like a cloud.
The letters in my mind they won't make words like scramble with no solution in site.
I try to catch the words but they are like a butterfly just out of your reach.
I grab them finally a poem is born.
"I grab them finally a poem is born." I loveeeeeee thiss soooooo muchhh. the whole thing is awesome. but offspring poems, thats cool too :)
ReplyDeleteThis is great. It also reminds me of what happens to me sometimes. Sometimes, when I try to write a poem, I can't think of what to write, so I write about not being able to write, and a poem like this comes out.
ReplyDeleteI like how you used insects to connect to what you were trying to say. The buzzing in your mind to the bees and the idea of a poem being a butterfly that is just out of reach.
ReplyDelete"Sitting spinning in a seat so soft like a cloud": I love that line. Nice use of alliteration.
ReplyDeleteThis poem sure speaks the truth! It can be so difficult to form what we're trying to say into words and then get them on paper. Poems tend to have a perfect way of expressing just what we try to say.
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