Words in my head bounce like ping-pong balls in a closed room.
Words, on scribbled pages, hide in my journals.
Inside, I know there are poems, stories, even essays.
Clumsily penning words simple or complex,
I try to make contact and connect,
but ....
they take their own course,
ricocheting through lined pages.
Random wordy ideas and thoughts
fly away through open space
before I can make sense of them.
“The task of a writer consists in being able
to make something out of an idea.”
~ Thomas Mann
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