This is another new poem.
The perfect word drops from the pen
From subconscious to paper in one swift movement
It illuminates and elicits emotion all at once
Dazzling the reader with its rightness
And yet, is it perfect?
Perhaps there’s a better choice
Giving a more perfect illustration
Perhaps I should start over
Revise and re-edit
Reword and replace
Search for the perfect the truly perfect word
The right words in the right order
To convey meaning so exactly it’s like telepathy
It exists, doesn’t it?
Waiting to be captured
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting for me