The Scribe (11/28/09)A Poem by Katseye
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.
© 2009 Katseye |
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