Modern verse?

by juliecround

I cannot be a poet if I forget The Right Word.

The lexicon in my brain, diminishing, I try out

letters of the alphabet,each one in turn, in my search

for a word I knew was there, rehearsing sounds in my head.

But still I am confounded. If I can try to relax,

to attend to something else, subconsciously discovered

it may emerge from the mind’s soup

Like life reborn, The Right Word.