attention-span(my lack thereof)

      
     
     
     
   my inspiration, comes and goes at whim; my misplaced, lost, then found again pen, pushing, pounds, of snow often; might as well be up my nose(lol; self deprecating sense of humor)as I'm coughing up lint....      
     
     
 I'm debating whether so far this is a forced or snug fit-gathering of words to further admit, the appreciation yet frustration that comes with "practiced writing...."     
     
     
writers I'd rate much higher than i(with insights, that further measure your writes)(as I just simply write); that inspire me to visit this site; thanks and appreciation....your poems inspire me to try and be more creative....      
     
i apologize....      
     
  my span of attention varies like light to heavy pouring rain and muddy grounds; but I've read good stuff and at best pro-found....      
     
     
i feel below my mark; like a game of darts (which I've never played) while more or less sober; watching that hump i feel i can't quite get over....      
     
     
  others make it "fun" to come back; observing the ways you'all uniquely unpack ....