Here’s Another Poem – For Lack of a Better Term.
I sit at my desk with pen in hand
and try with all my being
To put my scattered thoughts to paper
but the words just won’t flow.
What is it I want to say?
Or perhaps the question is
How do I choose just one thought
From all those in my head?
Do I speak of a love that defies the grave
Even after all this time
that’s as strong now as the day we met
a love I can’t forget.
Or shall I speak of The Goddess
and the love She’s given me
the special way She holds my hand
as we walk along together.
Shall I write of all the hurtful things
That sometimes cloud my thoughts;
or whisper prayers of gratitude
for the joy that fills my heart?
It doesn’t matter what I say
Only that the thoughts are written
Knowing someone will hear my words
I just need to start
So with ink to paper I begin
one word, two and then
the words begin to flow
Shoo! I’m almost done.