Roy Tang

I sat down to write a poem

Surely it couldn’t be that hard

To stitch words together In rhyme and iambic pentameter

My fingers spun across the keys

And words spilled out in twos and threes

My first efforts didn’t feel like poetry

More like rhyming words trying to tell a story

Dozens of lines discarded

Why did the words elude me?

Are they hidden there, in some unknown shadow of my mind

Running away, burrowing deep, when I turn a corner?

Was I not good enough?

Do I need to find a way to light a spark?

Or maybe poetry isn’t something you force into the light

Maybe poetry only comes to us in the dark

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