Out of A Writer's Head
by Michael Doyle

Some who write
Have fumbled for words
As though words aren't right
Even as they've occurred

Whether poetry or prose
It's the words that pass
It's less what one knows
But what has amassed

Words flow best in experience
Then become arranged by test
Sometimes, it's not by preference
But what comes to pass the test

It's as if the mind 
Collates all the little bits
That have gotten left behind
Words come from a collage that fits

That is at least enough
To pass on what might be said
As it it were the right stuff
To finally spill out of a writer's head

(c) August 9, 2024   Michael Doyle
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