I woke up on this Sunday morn
with thoughts floating through my head
fleeting glimpses of ideas unborn
as well as terrors that kept me in bed.
In an attempt to get a grip
I took my pen and my empty book
with stabs and squiggles my words stumbled and tripped
as ideas and images refused a closer look.
“Forget this!” I cried, and threw my pen.
“You ideas and words are meaningless.
You tease and tantalize and give me a yen
to find a goal that won’t cause distress!
The stories that I have inside
can stay inside for all I care.
If you insist on playing duck and hide
Then I simply choose not to care.”
But that’s a lie, as you all know
the words will continue to seek a voice
so I will follow where the words blow
knowing I have no other choice.
Feb 26, 2012 @ 13:05:02
Set them free!!
Feb 26, 2012 @ 14:00:39
Your Sunday is my everyday.
I know the feeling well 
Feb 26, 2012 @ 14:20:08
Glad I’m not alone.
Feb 26, 2012 @ 15:17:31
Well, I think you’re on the right track by writing them down. Keep writing.
Feb 26, 2012 @ 17:01:56
I’m with orples. This is me every morning. Yikes!
Hugs,
Kathy
Feb 26, 2012 @ 19:41:43
Uh oh, it seems catching this feeling of not finding ones words. I’m counting on needing an outlet for mine once I retire in June.
Feb 27, 2012 @ 19:19:39
Love the poem…sometimes the words seem to be just floating, but your brain is using them for something. Enjoy!
Feb 29, 2012 @ 17:05:31
Thank you.
Feb 28, 2012 @ 13:04:31
“The words will continue to seek a voice.” And we writers don’t have much choice do we? Wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?
Feb 29, 2012 @ 17:03:41
Sometimes I wish there were another way, but not usueally.