Words circle my mind fall upon the pen
yet cannot find their worth.
Paper eager for their touch lies wasted,
saddened at their indifference.
Unwilling steps falter at the edge
Ideas flutter as hopeful birds, circle and land
yet turn away discarding my persuasion.
Abandoned words now lie scattered among
the detritus of unfulfilled ink, windblown
thoughts cast away like autumn leaves.
© sweetwater 2023