Impatient Page

When I consider poems I might write
and whether words I sing might last an age,
I hear the urgent pleadings in the night
of unused words denied the impatient page.

There’s envy, lust and murder waiting there
and every sin that plays upon a stage;
so nothing good could force these words to prayer:
such evil would ignite the impatient page.

Though wars and havoc vie for poet’s touch,
and lust produces fuel for readers’ rage,
I stall and fear to form or trust to luck
the words that scream to fill the impatient page.

And so I turn and toss my pen away,
and so words wait, denied the impatient page.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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