tensile travail for words that whirl restlessly in my mind collide and rearrange cluttered thoughts swirl sideways as i endeavor to gather words fit for utterance yet they resist the force of my will twirling tenuously though my head vocabulary gives way to grammar as i strain to pull the scattered ideas together but they pull in perplexing polar permutations as i struggle to rein in the images that pull like majestic mighty mares moving grandly across the horizon yet they resist the discipline of my pen regarding my efforts disdainfully but i press on ingloriously bound by the rigors of writing but thinking splinters the wound up words that have amassed like nimble nimbus clouds across the sky resulting in a downpour of words that only find their way to the sea and evaporate and i am left longing for words that whirl restlessly in...
"Always be a poet, even in prose." ~ Charles Baudelaire