They stand in restless lengthy queues, awaiting their fate.
They’ve gone unused so many months. Perhaps it is too late.
Words that rhyme group up in pairs, trios or quartets.
Words with equal syllables cavort in minuets.
They cannot volunteer themselves but must wait to be chosen.
In lockstep, they march caught in place, thus sentenced to be frozen.
Meanwhile, her muse goes shopping for expressions unexpressed,
hoping that she’ll stumble on unique words lately pressed.
Thus are new poems stymied, waiting for inspiration,
hoping they’ll be given birth before their expiration.
And the poet gazes skyward, waiting for that zen
to deliver the first word to her, so she can begin.
Thanks to Martha Kennedy for pointing out that August 21 is National Poetry Day as well as RDP for inspiring this poem! FOR RDP: Queue

Oh I love this poem Judy. Masterfully crafted
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Wonderful poem, Judy!
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SEE~! That is why I “do my own thing” and don’t pay attention to others~! That way I have pleased at least one person with what i have done, (ME~!)
Spent another day doing lab work and have another one coming up on Thursday, The only thing positive I can say about these appointments is that I am getting a lot of reading done on books that I have neglected. Most of them go like: injection, sit, wait. Scan, sit, wait, do over, sit, wait, etc sit, wait, etc, etd.. Today left at 7:00 and got back at 4:15~!
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Oh no. Yes, thanks be for books…and computer solitaire.
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So that’s how it’s done … 😉
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;o)
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Anthropomorphizing words – charming.
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I like this one!
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This one was truly inspirational Judy! Quite original and clever as well. I thoroughly enjoyed every morsel.
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Thanks, Wingman. I’ve cut back on doing prompts as I’m trying to get three books in print.. I like writing them.. just have a terrible time getting them out there. Much easier to just do a blog!!
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