When I Sat Down To Write...

I wish my poems wrote like winds

That blew straight through my pen

Or like pretty prose

About some pretty rose

I stopped to smell the scent

But truth be told, these poems jar

The words all snag like thorns

My page is filled 

With scribbles, still

I can't help writing more

Author's Note

I'm sure you all know the feeling...

Reviews

[matrixmark]

Very well versed on a such a subject which at times becomes a real struggle to find the right words.

Flowed beautifully.

Mark.

[Lorry]

And that is why we always have a pen and paper nearby, waiting for those words to appear and scratch that itch. A feeling most of us know all too well, told effortlessly, with nary a snag to be seen. :)

[Raylci]

You want your poems to write like wind but I think they flow like streams. Sorry for the obnoxious simile but I really dig the way your poem flows.