Words don’t come to me just when I want them,
But I want them when they come,
My brain feelers have strained, and whined, and searched,
But coveted verses won’t be found,
Stanzas can be spun in an effortless way, but fitting words come unannounced,
What for patience? What for hard work?
I haven’t found these useful in this art.
Time and art make art.