In the curse of a verse

Be still my thoughts

do not run

with pen in mind

or find your words

placed upon

a poetic curse

from which the flow

will have you drown

in the flood plains

of your verse.

And they’re racing,

the green lights are on,

it’s a stampede,

the motor’s running

but the mind is not.

Give way everybody,

give way…

a thought is 

coming through.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Ah, that creative episode and the convincing of self that all is not lost! It is also good to know that we are not alone in this experience.

[andrew mitchell]

Haha thanks Frederick, we are on the same page.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Cheers Andrew!