Magnetic Poetry Kits

I was word challenged,
mind bare.
Help, a kit away,
I thought.

A fridge door with magnets,
words lined up in alpha rows
to find a word,
to help spark ideas,
but expressions stuck there--
pleading.

Just grab any ol' word
and slide them around
see what I get--
something...

I needed words--
they were missing.
No matter how I slid them
nothing worked.

Frustration

I am a voice in the wilderness
hiding behind trees milled into paper.
Clacking silent at words,
opportunities to express, reveal.
These words come and go
faster than finger snaps,
dissipating into thin air,
finding their way back for future scribes.
I capture words, carve them in stone
unless, depending on circumstance,
they are editable
fast as wind takes another direction,
zipping through one minute,
lethargic as mold the next,
scratch them out
quicker than turning pages.

(2007-2008. Revised)