Word Master, Attempt #503

Thoughts concerning poetry
words  rhythms  phrases
punctuation, and the like
          travel          through          my          mind

during the day –
     as I glance at a magazine
     or look into my cat's wide eyes
     or hear my favorite song
     and/or crunch on my toast in the early morning 


But the ideas quickly subside & I
     never have enough
time to write
                   them
                   down.


         How shameful

it is
to think of myself as a writer,
a master of words

         when I cannot even
                                   convince them to calm down, then
                                   sit at the table,
                                   eat some crackers,
                                   & lie down quietly for a nap
                    inside of my notebook.

charvermont

VT

19 years old

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