Writing, for me, can be messy.  In fact, it can be downright painful.  I have almost wrecked the car on more than one occasion when ideas come to me and demand to be written while I am driving.  Of course, the flip side to that is the torture, especially with poetry, of not being able to find the right word or phrase that will fit, no matter how much I beat my head against a wall.

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It Don’t Come Easy

Write, write, and write again.
Iambic, romantic, aesthetic . . .
pedantic.
Should it rhyme or should it not?
Does it matter if sounds

like a John Philip Sousa march
stomping through my head?
You make it look as easy as
Pillsbury Dough Boy rolls,

poke a finger in his tummy
and pull out a poppin’ fresh poem.
My thoughts are racing, whirling,
tumbling like Brownian molecules

escaping from my brain
faster than I can write.
My feelings, writhe, scream,
wrenched from my pen

at three a.m.
in an agony of creation.
Somehow they never sound
the same on paper.

© 1997 JD