After the Storms ~ Brent Harris

Recently, I have struggled trying to write
All the words I choose simply take flight
And my love of the page I cannot requite
Though I try and try with all of my might

Love isn’t claimed or conquered by force
Still, boldness is often required, of course
Perhaps fighting a duel or racing a horse
Singing below a balcony till you’re hoarse

Can this pertain to my words or my muse
A lover’s quarrel less than a poor excuse
I don’t remember the fight, see its refuse
A word or thought stuck, now it is loose

Whatever this is, I claim what I’ve written
No longer my brain enscased in a mitten
My mental fingers flex, claws like a kitten
Till next my words choose to stage a sit-in