Poem Heading South

This poem is heading south
As it drips down the page
Letters pool into words
But they make little sense

Ideas and emotions
All swirl around my head
But words refuse to speak
And the verse remains blank

I coax but do not plead
As words lurk in shadows
Whispering and mocking
They show me no respect

I grab several of them
And fling them on the page
Still they don't speak to me
This poem is heading south

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Copyright © Robert Haigh 2011