Words on the Tip of my Tongue: A Sonnet

Words on the tip of my tongue, meaning to say

Each mute point I meant to make about you, to

Savagely scratch point-blank on paper and chew

On dreams of play, seeing nothing but May:

All a Blankness and snare awaiting its prey.

Yet through blockage and blankness, I must write through

It all, to write Anything, but especially of You

Who laughed the lilacs from your hair, asked to stay

Awhile beneath the blossoms and be lazy

Procrastinating and embracing the daze

Of everything that makes the springtime hazy;

Because writer’s block is only just a phase

In a poet’s brain, seeking to go crazy

By redundant genius: leaping in your blaze.