the Illusive Poem

Funny how many times I would try to force out a poem

 

Ah the mind would refuse to let imagination roam 

 

It is when separated from recorder, paper and pen

 

That grandiose thoughts and Ideas then appear, Why then? 

 

I am not sure why but it certainly a tease

 

Frustrating, depressing, An impoundment if you please.

 

Fear not for later I might remember

 

The message, the poem  that I wanted to render

 

If not well that is ok Too!

 

Because providence may have it to be written by You.

 

 

© Park 2013

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