I yearn for a single thought.
Out of the blue comes a torrent of ideas,
Yet I struggle to join the dots.
Here begins the dilemma
And my tussle with words.
What should I write upon?
Animals, plants or birds?
Spurred by an attack on my ego
comes my act of reprise.
It’s evident I’ve no chance
of winning that coveted prize.
Now the game of words has me hooked
Poetry seems not so glum;
Yet it’s just the beginning
With many more to come.
Lo and behold! I realize
I’m about to reach the twentieth line
And all I can do is smile
Cos’ this creation is all mine.
Absolutely unworthy of all the time taken to post it....
to ishita- thanx for all the help... :)
