at task


finding the right words has been hard

they used to flow   


july was long  

i didn't know if we would make it 


the mood has lightened    

i don't know why   or what changed   


if i knew i'd bottle it    keep it nearby   

we may need it   i may need it


for now   tentatively writing words   slowly   

without ease    without rhythm   without grace







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Written on 2020-08-06 at 00:23

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I can so relate to this one. I've had a dry spell -- well, sort of -- these days. And "finding the right words" is tough. Words should flow; they should ensue out of the poet. To borrow the Keatsian metaphor, poetry should come as naturally as leaves on a tree.

Yet you wrote effectively about the process, the task that is at hand. I like it.