Burning Need - (sonnet)
In reverie, I dream that I may write
A poem for tomorrow ‘fore tonight,
But still the words elude my empty mind –
I search and search, but such I cannot find.
If inspiration yet should come my way
Perhaps then I shall write a verse today
Which maybe, come tomorrow, you shall read,
So then to satisfy my burning need.
But if perchance a verse remains unwrit’,
Then I shall search my archives bit by bit
To try and seek a poem hidden low,
A rhyme I wrote a long, long time ago.
Alas, such poem yet I can’t locate -
Therefore my burning need remains unsate.
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