It is tough to know just how the words go...

You can have an idea
it all seems clear
words flow
painting toughts
sparking imagination
compelling a reader to remain.

Sometimes words don't flow
forcing them out leaving the scribe
wanting to shout
only paralyized in doubt
not sure of how to stroke letters
to make the words
come alive.

What to say?
How to write?
Why did the scribe feel an invite
the reader never knew to want?

We test our muse
even if we invite self abuse
for being obtuse
where simplicity
or economy of words
were never inteded.

Yet the scribe
stumbles on
in a dance unknown
with a lover
uninterested,
withholding the seed of wonder
allowing the words to flow
as they would otherwise go
in such a fine flow.

MH Petry
11/8/09