As I write anything.
I sometimes have to question my brain.
Is this right?
Is that right?
It doesn't appear correct
Especially dealing with words of confusion without a dictionary.

I write flower or was it flour I was looking for.
Just depending on the message I'm trying to send.


I write weak and then week comes to mind.
And here I go dissecting what I'm trying to say?
I know?
I'm not the only one feeling this way.
And when you write the wrong word wrong.
Someone will point it out.

I look at the sun and think of my son.
Then I look at him harder and think about the hem of Jesus garment.

I'm stuck in words of confusion.
So let me continue on with this poetic poem.
We all fail at something or fell for someone.

We pray constantly.
While others are preyed upon.
Some deal is a steal.
While some folks work around steel.
Still, we wonder.

As I write wordmatic with my pen.
I remember the day when I earned a pin.
Some people you meet or take out for dinner loves to eat meat.


Some hunters love to hunt deer.
While some of us love our significant one dear.

Some of us don't want to go to hell.
But love to witness hail when it falls.

Words that sound alike determine more than many think.
Sum-some.
Bell-bail.
Will-wheel.
Peel-pill.
Bear-bare.
In-­Inn.
Two-too.

Well, if understand my meaning when I write.
Point not the misspelling of the word.
Cause you comprehend what I'm saying.