This is my submission for 
I choose my words for their meaning,
I place them in lines,
I measure their size,
And then prepare for the framing.
I take too long with deciding,
I cannot keep them all,
Some are too big or too small,
And they're growing impatient while waiting.
My anthropomorphic blundering,
My words come alive,
It's no longer my choice to decide,
Now they'll claim their places by plundering.
It seems I've missed a few contests, but here are some of my other poetic ramblings: