Friday, February 7, 2014

Unfinished Poem (In the category of Want What You Have.)

It’s far easier, you see,
To write these lines in threes,
Than to finish an unfinished poem.

My intention is still there,
But all I can do is stare,
At the screen, filled with unfinished poem.

I feel the danger could exist,
As I sit, that also this
Could become an unfinished poem.

But I’ll push an ending through,
Return my vacant stares to,
The longer, more unfinished poem.

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