The writer – TB

12 Jan

Words come
On paper.
Rhythm just
Follows her,
Like vapour.

She is
Trapped in a poem.
She says
What she thinks.
Her words
Fail to break through to the intended

Deep breaths,
She tries again
With her pen.
But finds it hard
To sculpt shapes out of words.
And, finally, loses all senses.


One Response to “The writer – TB”

  1. Kenia Santos January 12, 2015 at 2:41 pm #

    I really wish rhythm followed me like vapour, don’t you think there wouldn’t be any difficulties in saying the things we mean then? This is really beautiful. She will continue trying.

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