Before I pore over poetry to write, of romance's rocky shore,
or colored emotions, or foreign thoughts, or implore with words that bore,
I will ignore my liquored brain, drunk with scores of fragment bits.
Scissored and stored- words sorely awaiting more sharpened wits,
cast about in dark recesses, labored effort censored and incomplete,
moreover, shunned at birth, rejection of poems stings with defeat.
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I loved learning the phrase 'pore over's meaning; to study closely.
This dilemma is both humorous and painful; indicative of thinking twice before laboring over giving birth to a new poem. The liquored state of mind, "drunk with" (sets of twenty) fragmented bits and pieces, lends to the tension of defeat you've craftily interwoven.
I loved reading this! A most delightful PPOW entry.
A great PPOW!!!
Well done!