writing and research

When you write,
In the morning, in the afternoon
Or the night.
Do you choose the words you use with care.
Can you see
The words that grumble on the page?
Why pick me?
I’m not the word you really want here.
I’m too long,
I just don’t scan, I don’t belong here.
I’m just wrong.
Please take me off the page, delete me.
I’ll be gone.
But [...]

This poem is in response to Melissa’s request for a poem about spring.
When I see the first new tips of green
I know that spring is on its way.
When the sun in undiluted glory lights the day
And brings the first pink rosebuds out to play,
The winter wind is suddenly less keen.
When the days get lighter by [...]