My writing feels lyrical and

it says just what I mean

Thoughts, fluid from my mind

This pen, a tenuous tool


I think too fast

I feel too deep

My head hurts

all the time


My hand just won’t

write fast enough

Extraneous thoughts

they linger.


Writing, writing

just keep writing

Thinking, thinking

can’t stop thinking


The mosaic of thoughts,

a menagerie circling

Montage of pictures

Medley of sounds


I try making

sense of it all,

But it just

keeps spinning


Write it down

that just makes sense

But no one



Me, my mind,

my heart, my pen

None of it

means a thing


  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write.

  • WriteBeLight

    You belong with the great poets!

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