When my pen is indecisive
However much I try
All the words that struggle through
Too heavyweight to fly
Sitting gaping in a blur
Hoping something comes along
As I look out impatiently
Letting slight ideas float on
Leading edges in my margin notes
Inklings dancing jeeringly
Withering my sense of I know what
Refracting angles blind to me
Insinuating lack of depth
Tenuous plots transparent thin
Ever hoping something other will
Turn up a spanking brand-new spin
Onward then persistently
Digging deep not snatching straws
As I anticipate my nib
Yet again I stamp on flaws
I cobbled this together after watching Ian Macmillan on Countryfile BBC 1 Countryfile the link will expire in 19-days
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