“Poet Wrestling with Words Some are clouds, mist, vapor Some are diaries written with tears Some appear like dew--a Friend in Time of need--some are mirrors-- Inkblots of a sorry soul-- Some are written on Rock-- Some are built on sand Some are wind-blowing, dust-blinding Some blow away dust, helping me to See--as if in infancy.” PoetClarityStrugglingFinding The Right WordsInkblots Book:Hundredfold Baroque Pearls Source: Hundredfold Baroque Pearls