The Writing Plan Poem by Phil Soar

I lay awake a solitary creature
my mind a blitz of alphabetic things
all making an attempt to search for freedom
the result of all the static in my dreams

The influential flow of acrobatics
as the letters juggle to complete their route
from what was just a jumble on a notepad
in a mind that no computer could re-boot

Where conscious thought is a contradiction
when nothing within reason sets a pace
through endless cells and guiding many senses
these alphabetic letters find their space

They form a sentence as they reach the fingers
and in an instant, formulate their plan
and though they started life as jumbled letters
I form them into words, because I can