Scene, a Darkened Interior

He got up early
And stumbled around
Dim piles of cliches.

He was determined
To find a great word,
If he had to hunt

The whole day for it.
He had no idea
There are no great words.

Once in a while one
Flares in a context
That makes it seem great,

Like sunset can make
A scene beautiful,
And those who glimpse it

Want that scene themselves.
Everyone’s on scene.
That scene’s a trophy.

The word’s everywhere.
But contexts dim. Words
Grow embarrassing,

Turn into cliches.
Most folks love cliches,
But writers fear them,

At least such writers
Surrounded by them,
Stumbling over them

In those dark hours when
They give up their sleep
To search for great words.