It would be
a lie if I claimed
that my words have fled;
each step I take and with every action
the words expand, tripping through a mind
which blindly taps out rhythm and rhyme, picking
through alliteration, simile, metaphor and more,
yet before a composition is complete –
before I pick up my pen to commit
the words to print,
they are
erased
and boldly replaced
by new schemes in my rushing brain.
—-
©Jane Paterson Basil
Jane's Clean Slate 
I love this poem and this form!
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Thank you Nathan!
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I see you found the words – I just read your latest post !
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Oh dear – I’ve just read that poem and it was terrible. I’ve edited it, but it’s a perfect example of why I’m not writing much…
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Lol! Just write – it’s good for you 🤣
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Since I banished abuse from my life, I’ve become so busy that my mind is constantly flipping from one subject to the next… I feel alive!
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Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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