jumbled in the maze, search
for it continues, hither thither
under the table, on the tip of
my pen, other side of erasure
cut by sharpener, bleeding
all over, none too visible
buried in lexicon, my words!
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I have not been able to write poetry the way I want to. My words are stuck in my mind but aren't coming onto paper or PC! I was inspired by pat paulk by one of his post dealing similar sentiments.I wrote this half a sonnet taking a leaf out of Russell Ragsdale.
