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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