Of Visions n Memories

I struggle to master the life of a poet the world of rows of words the monosyllabic titles spat from a poet’s tongue. My brain clenched in a haze in the short minutes before midnight sore from laborious changes of several rewritings and rewritings “the story of a poet’s life.� My inspirations! a snatch of melody from out of the night or private words accidently overheard something I caught a glimpse of nearby or in the distance and in those many words we borrow a diagnosis of each with accents wrong probably. Words siphoning through the ears in a confusion of options as if such gatherings were needed. This is my life of make-believe a world of unconfirmed uncontrolled direction “this life of the poet.�