Words swirl round
A restive head,
Like leaves scatter
On autumn winds,
As reach I in vain
To save words thin
From ensuing rain,
As I awake to tears
Lo threaten blur
Words I propose,
Thought cogent prose…
Hence agonize
To give words life,
Probing to shape
Morphologically,
As in a duel of fate
Each dubious choice,
Be cause poem unfolds…
Whilst I persist
To disgorge such,
The like express
Words nobly knit,
Tho they oft trap
Rather than flow,
Or eke in anguish
Desperate whispers,
Of an aspiring poet!
Poetry on a canapé 