Wracked With Ratiocination When Writing

no shortage of familiar metier real
(material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

junk bonded barnacled
accretion encrusted
amidst gems buried
within treasure chest,

yet vigilant to sift,
viz figurative fine tooth comb
uprooting excrescence laired plethora
incognito, sans faux

couture doggerel habiliment dressed
necessitating painstaking
poetic rock climbing
ala scaling Mount Everest

imbedding, hooking, grappling
fingered duple crampons
aye con fessed
to myself, the futility

to wrest Shakespearean nuggets,
which analogy hyperbole you guessed
nor does modesty allow me feeble effort
(trite) on par with August bard,

who would rank him,
the highest allotted value
upon assigned (absolute)
value of playing card,

hence tis the gold standard thee
verse a tile scribe based
at Stratford on Avon
this here wordsmith wields

his own literary might always on guard
to stave reprehensible tar tarred plaque
like encrustation glued hard
akin to a geode methodical
mother lode extraction jarred

by the slightest distraction,
thus with bold
ness sigh hermetically
seal off every cerebral fold
vectors against superfluous mind chatter
can upend fragile tenuous hold

when merest wisp of nearly
elusive mental thread escapes,
i feign scold
ding this paperback
bestseller wannabe with told

cha so Harris, thus
keep dreaming envisioning
an green acred Edenic demesne
sprawling across wide webbed wold.