OUT OF THE MAELSTROM

With opening of eyes does it begin
   the jostling of the words within
   their yells and shouts preclude thinking
   to make poet stagger, as if drinking

Thank god its not like this most days
   words seeking exit from the maze
   they jumble up not taking turn
   you'd think by now that they would learn

To keep from being made insane
   he grips his writing pen again
   and pauses as he starts perusing
    words to be the first for choosing

All these words now push and fight
   as each one tries to gain the right
   to travel down the nerves and then
   be first to flow out of the author's pen

As each is weighed, sifted and used
   it leaves one less to be abused
   by fellow words whose numbers sink
   as they're evicted via ink

As poem takes shape the swirling slows
   behind eyes satisfaction grows
   proper choice increase the work's length
   each phrase adding to its strength

Within the mind the words now rest
   most of them used, they passed the test
   the scribbler reviews every line
   he now can rest, they look just fine