Words, words, words
Words on the page
Words in my head
Words on the screen.

Drowning in words,
seas of ink. Or pixels
that dissolve and reform
into words, words in
the head but not the heart.
Fragments, phrases, whole
paragraphs but nary a word
of poetry.

(April panic. Poets
know it.)

This poem was written in response to two prompts today, one from NaPoWriMo 2017, asking for a poem with repetition of a word or phrase and one from Poetic Asides to write a poem about panic. And, yes, I’m behind on the project to write a poem-a-day for the month of April, although I’m trying not to panic about it — too much.