Order of Pages

The order of pages

The numbering and story

Mind numbingly boring

Fumbling through old papers to get them forming

I'm stumbling over minutiae,

all the tiny strands I find

Little by little I’m slowly losing my mind

 

All I have is a title, no structure nor context

Where is the romance, the artistic concept

what does the next piece bring to the program

I'm on a cloud, but too much rain is falling

The stormy pages are not conforming

I’m just stumbling up papier-Mache mountains

Watching over Crumbling word fountains

 

I can't conceive of a beginning or end

And the middle part is proving hard to comprehend

If only I had some idea brewing,

or a micro world stewing in this brain shaped hole

I was on a roll

But now the dam is a trickle

The words are there but the pictures too little

The order of pages

an order of outbursts and poetic rages

some love, in possibly the wrong places

some fantasy, hidden in stages

but I just can't find the right fit

if only I had a candle of imagination lit

 I'd keep its fires crackling

to give me the inspiration that’s so sadly lacking

 

The order of pages,

by order of moon light

scrambled through thoughts

and poetic insights

searching for a single pebble in an expansive quarry

if only I had an idea, a fragment of a story

just a burst of light,

a lightning strike to make the pages fit right

I’d go headfirst into the storm

walk first into the night

wash in rain

and comeback for the fight

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.