| Prompt ▶︎ A I have the words all swimming in my head; they surface, but never at my behest, and trying harder makes them sink like lead. Jotting down a few words marks the page, but victory eludes me like a mist; messy scribbles try to set the stage, without even a hint of any gist. Perhaps it's time to take a different tack; I research different topics on a whim, by reading up on basics that I lack, I'm sure I'll teach these wily thoughts to swim. No matter how I strive to learn the craft, the white is marred by nothing but a draft. |