There are words long and short, simple words and complex,
Words starting with “W”, words ending in “X.”
Cheerful words: “yellow” and “daisy,” boring words like “phone,”
Silly words, like “flabbergasted,” sad words like “alone.”
Certain words, like “fate” or “taxes,” final words like “death”
Spooky words that make you shiver, take away your breath.
Oh the feelings words can give you, thrilling to the core,
Terror, anger, joy and sorrow, all of these and more.
Oh, when words cooperate, how they charm me then,
But today, they just elude me, hiding from my pen.
Stumped, I tap my pen on paper, willing it to go.
Growing mad and irritated, ’cause the words won’t flow.
In a sea of bad analogies, I flounder and I flail,
Seems my word-train’s running late, sadly derailed.
Dear, oh dear, this can’t be, tired cliches come to me.
As you see, my rhyming’s gone, my rhythm’s shady at best.
Maybe I should take a rest… but no!
I’ve been resting my writing brain so long it’s crippled!
All that rest didn’t help! No! My troubles have tripled!
Until it appears I have nothing to write,
And it only gets worse, as against it I fight.
I’m trying to force it, but trying in vain,
You see, forcing words is like pushing a chain.
With little masked faces, mysteriously daunting,
They stand in great masses, defiantly taunting,
As though they were saying, “Go on! Try us now!
You think you can win, but you’ve not a clue how!
You push, and then wonder why we flee from you.
You’re pushing us! What did you think we would do?”
I ponder this thought, and I wonder, what then?
Can I capture the words, somehow drawing them in?
I will update you all when some words have been caught,
Until then, you may safely assume they have not.