This poem is about the fact that I’m writing by accident, fulfilling MOOCs assignments and don’t pretend to be a poet or writer. I’ve changed it after a few suggestions from peers: «Digging» replaced «Searching» and «stumbling on» replaced «stumbling in».

Accidental poet

I’m an accidental poet,
filtering emotions,
images
and
fragments of dreams.
Digging for the right sound,
the perfect rhythm…
Rambling in my thoughts,
stumbling on punctuation,
is all this void of significance?