My words fall… Stall…
CRAWL
Out of my mind and
Reluctantly
Onto paper.
A theme,
Full of Cheshire grins,
And ghosts,
Dances JUST out of reach…
Come a little closer said the spider to the fly,
Says I,
But it replies, A Riddle.
A fiddle to keep me puzzling, running it over and over.
All The while…
The conventions, boundaries,
RULES,
Fall by the wayside in a rush,
Such HASTE,
Trying to force it,
Thrust it,
Must get it out,
Get it about,
But it doesn’t want to.
Gets a block, locks the door,
I can’t reach it,
Fleeing and fleeing,
The words RUSH.
Off the paper,
Such haste to escape me, flee,
See them run?
The inspiration is GONE.
Far away, leaving, teasing,
Breezing through life with someone else.
So, no, come back, I say.
But so they run, run,
Fun and games they play,
Just out of reach,
Out of bounds,
Out of me,
Out of mine,
Out of my mind,
Out of my window, they go.