The Scribe (11/28/09)

The Scribe

 

There's a poem,

Trying to write itself,

Trapped within my head.

Phases, and lines,

Bouncing 'round my mind.

 

I wish it would finish:

Find its rhythm,

Its rhyme,

And leave me in peace.

At least for a time.

 

For you see...

I'm not so much the writer.

No, I'm merely its scribe.

Reviews

[Art Sun]

This is a nice work...sometimes poetry travels through us and we are but the messengers within thought...