In the penning
of yet another poem
I still wonder as to what
has indeed gone wrong.

So much to offer
and yet so much more
to indeed write
while having
so very little to say.
Somehow the words always
and forever get in the way.

In the penning of the poem
there is never any cause for alarm.
Indeed, it does no one
not even me
any harm.

11/30/2010

Author's Note: ... on writing profusely.....

Posted on 11/30/2010
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