Sometimes when I write a poem,
I see it in my head,
I start to babble in rhythm
and it usually ends up dead.

But sometimes those lost words
in my head, rushing around
We wonder where is the time to write,
.......it can't be found.

I look over my numbers and dates they've been seen
I wonder, I'm be-fuzzled, I sniffle and snort
These words and phrases aren't clean.
I think to myself, still puzzled

I have no real talent
except for the love of long words
put modestly together
to rhyme purple and orange
and pale gray heather

I see colors, negate feelings
Feel forlorn and misty eyed
when I try to keep from reeling
and somewhat remain stoic and dry eyed.

Sometimes people see me as "too intense"
I think I'm so average and untalented,
So un-sharing and woefully shy
I wonder - "does it all make sense?"

When I share this with a perfect stranger
I'm okay with all of this
When I share it with someone who knows me
I'm feel I'm still in this granite abyss.

"you don't know me!", I scream
You'd never see the life I've led
the creativity of a woman
All the feelings in my head.

10/25/2011

Posted on 10/25/2011
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