I’m looking for that perfect sentence
the one that will open this poem
the perfect metaphor never used
so that you will read my poetry.
I even bought a book or two
to help me on my quest
to find the right combinations
of those words that I seek.
Poetry for Dummies is one
that claims to help demystify poetry
only will it help demystify me.
I dream, dreams of words aligned
all in perfect poetic order
then when I sit to write they are a jumble.
Outside the sun shines bright
and I hear the birds singing
the world is slowly waking up
as I emerge from the dreams.
Now I sit here writing once again
looking at the blinking cursor
on the blank screen of the iPad
trying to remember what I dreamed
in the midnight hours
because what I saw was that sentence
all pretty and perfect
just waiting to be birthed
a sleeping fetus
enclosed in a darkened womb
of my mind
the headache of Zeus
that refuses to be born.