My mind races to capture the cacophony of poetic soup
That simmers in my thoughts
Striving to correlate and blend thoughts, words, sounds and nuances,
Of the written verse
To produce a smooth, rich, soul feeding bounty
Of poetry, to feed my hunger

Like a rolling mist I wish the clouds in my mind would dissipate
As letters are typed,
Spilling onto the page in front of me, resonating with a timbre of desperation
Lest the flow subsides
Leaving me an empty vessel of frustration and the loneliness of
A poet with no words