Wondering what you might think <br />I sit and ponder with this drink <br />That might be too strong for my own good <br />Be that as it may, it is, as it should <br />And with this drink I find power to write <br />Poetry, prose of wonder or spite <br />Just to appease to he who might bite <br />On what I have to say tonight <br />I open the shutters and find it is day <br />And I have spent twelve hours wasting away <br />In front of this screen with nothing to say <br />Nothing to say and nothing to write <br />To appease to he who just might bite <br />On what I have to say today <br />I struggle with what I want to say <br />Wondering if it will make any sense <br />I read to the others and speak with their tense <br />And flirt with their rhyme <br />And jive with their rhythm <br />And turn green with envy at their masterful poems <br />Wondering still where their talent comes from <br />I seek deep inside me to find peace and calm <br />To write and write and write some more <br />And write until my lines are adored <br />And plastered all over the bedroom walls <br />Of those who wonder and answer the writer’s call<br /><br />Warren Augustus de Guzman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wondering-8/
