about time

 

 

it seems i must began anew

to sound out my consonants and vowels

shape those sounds into words

arrange the words into something

perhaps meaningful, perhaps sentences

if i am to tell you what i know

of a sunrise, a horse, a field, a tractor

if i am to take you with me

too long i have lain idle

speaking into the nothingness 

caring not at all

it will come slowly, it is coming slowly

so unfamiliar to my fingertips

as to be clumsy fragments of thought

 

 

 

 





Words by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-26 at 22:36

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked the way you convey the act of inspiration translated into composition; it sums up so well how we can feel about it.
2025-12-01


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2025-12-01


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
But such fragments of thought grant the earnest reader the power to embroider all the gaps between and become part of the story. Blessings, Allen
2025-11-28


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Tell us about how you see a sunset or a horse. Only a poet can do it right.
2025-11-27


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A good start.
2025-11-26