An Unopened Book
A Poet's Master Piece
Scribbled down lines of expressive words,
of feelings from deep in his soul.
Written thoughts of days that have past,
about days he has yet to know.
Pieces of paper not good enough.
His biggest critic is himself.
Still descriptive verses ring loud.
He awaits the pen to offer it's help.
Listening to the smallest sound.
Eraser marks fill the paper,
thoughtful lines half written.
Lines pushed through the words,
Sentences that do not make the cut.
They will not become,
his master piece poem.
Stuck for weeks, nothing comes out,
only lines of scribbled nonsense.
nothing but silly love sonnets,
short children limericks.
Only wise words written,
on the pad of paper strategically placed,
by his bedside, hoping for a dream,
hoping his subconscious would lend a hand.
Nothing but words of worrying and stress.
He still prays that the following day,
his master piece will be reveled.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright 2012 D.Cody Herring
of feelings from deep in his soul.
Written thoughts of days that have past,
about days he has yet to know.
Pieces of paper not good enough.
His biggest critic is himself.
Still descriptive verses ring loud.
He awaits the pen to offer it's help.
Listening to the smallest sound.
Eraser marks fill the paper,
thoughtful lines half written.
Lines pushed through the words,
Sentences that do not make the cut.
They will not become,
his master piece poem.
Stuck for weeks, nothing comes out,
only lines of scribbled nonsense.
nothing but silly love sonnets,
short children limericks.
Only wise words written,
on the pad of paper strategically placed,
by his bedside, hoping for a dream,
hoping his subconscious would lend a hand.
Nothing but words of worrying and stress.
He still prays that the following day,
his master piece will be reveled.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright 2012 D.Cody Herring
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
A Poet`s Master Piece
A Poet`s Master Piece
