When I Write (De-fuming the Skunk)

Sometimes I fear

Others will hear

The gears

Going round and round

As my mind grinds on

To complete the song

With the best

Words to be found.

There are moments I close

My eyes, (not my nose

Though the results

May smell like a skunk)

While with ink black or blue,

I doggedly trudge through

Noises within,

To sort out the junk.

But with some time

And rewritten lines

The story

Takes shape bit by bit 

For the skunk is de-fumed

As I clear out the room

Of my mind

And find words that will fit 

Naida Lavon

Write Around Portland Workshop

10 minute write

03-31-09