[b]Poetry Undone[/b]


There are words I never spoke, 
	which no ear has ever heard.  
		They are words that must be spoken, 
			poetry which must be written.  

Unable to express all the words 
	as they rush madly through my mind.  
		All vitally important expressions 
			of what needs to be said.

All part of the same truth 
	which I know and experience.
		The words, however, still elude me.  

I am too inept for their expression;
	too ineffectual to compose
		what the individual words cannot.

Belabored, I attempt to write 
	what my mind has spoken, 
		what my mind has heard, and
			the words fall blindly on the page
				expressing nothing.

The unity presented in my mind 
	lays spoiled on the paper lacking coherence.