I’m free falling
down a thesaurus chasm
trying to grasp a word here and there
to enhance what I want to write
when defining my thoughts.
they’re too slippery to grab
and I tumble deeper into the abyss
until, when least expected,
the right ones come along
to break my fall.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 1/28/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “free” poem.