Poetry, I realised
wasn’t something I could force.
There were times, it came to me
like a revelation.
but mostly I maundered,
in search of a word,
like a missing puzzle piece.
I knew there was a word.
That would fit and legitimise,
my expression.
I knew it existed,
somewhere in the hollows of my mind,
forgotten.
But the flow was obstructed,
ripples disrupted,
carried it further and further
away from me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s