I savor words with fits of aim.
And target each with blameless blame.
Bring to life some phrase or praise
To suit this peripatetic maze.
Ponder abstracts crave and comb
Hone it into tender loam
Pray the words are not illusive
But enough to be conclusive.
Toss each line into the air
Listen how the echoes fair.
Ring it like you test a bell,
Try to hear each sound each swell.
Venture to rid it of explain,
Just make it simple and humane.
Filter it through the cloth of need
And bring it to a fruitful deed.
A modest poem my arrows aim
Yet each I fly goes down in flame.