Words
Anew
Months walked
away
Not a sonnet
penned any day
Mind deep in
thoughts
Busy with
work of all sorts
Then panic
sets in
Oh! When will
I begin?
Wondered if I
lost the magic
Pondered if
overtaken by logic
No topic
interests anymore
No rhyme
groups come through the door
Words clutter
together in anger
Maybe it’s
the reason for mind tangle
No harm in in
trying again
Maybe a poem
will clear a lane
Thoughts will
find the train
Locked mind
will breathe again
You have a flair for poetry & painting. your verses touching .
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