“ Agonies ” ~ of an aspiring poet ~



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


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!