New Ideas

Erratic moods dictate which one to choose

opinion motivates the mind

not yours but of the voices that i call mine

this stillness…these pens…blank pages drawn 

awakening the complex lexicon

a chaotic procession written one at a time

 

A promising symphony

whirling verbs now driving the rhythm

blended words the fabric of this composition

detained lyrics elated to be free

all this before I even brewed my tea…

 

I’ll start with the spark, and see where this goes

a subtle twist to this process…’cause my prose doesn’t flow

changed the meter and now the feel doesn’t either

needs better clever-metaphors and more dispersed verses…

framing the classic melody…a synergetic chantey