April 13, 2018
Another Poem
I’m tuckered out.
It’s such a pain.
I can not write
a poem again.
I’m quite exhausted
with this versing
though it foments
creative cursing.
I like rhythm,
I like rhyme,
and counting
syllables is fine.
But day by day
becomes a slog,
an endless trek
across a bog.
I’ve had enough
alliteration.
Is it time yet
for a vacation?
Previous Posts
1. Easter Sunday Rumination on Eggs
2. Tulips
3. Untitled
4. Waiting
5. Truce
6. Thaumaturgy
7. Untitled dodoitsu
8. To Do List
9. Anniversary
10. Tribulation
11. Story Is Who We Are
12. Fears
OMG! This is how I'm feeling. I'm so worried I won't be able to finish, but I'm determined. Elisabeh on the Dirigible Plum blog also wrote in this vein yesterday. Fun rhyme!
ReplyDeleteI guess this is a common complaint!
DeleteI think it's great that you've written a fun rhyme that's a kind of gripe. We all think it, just put the pen to paper & start. Almost the month's middle!
ReplyDeleteYes, Hurrah we are almost over the hump!
DeleteOh, I love your mumble-grumble poem! I have definitely felt like it is an "an endless trek / across a bog"in the middle of month-long writing challenges, especially if I do a couple back-to-back. But there's something addictive about writing with a writing community.
ReplyDeleteI agree. I suspect I am beginning to think in rhyme...
DeleteHa! A humorous take on your admirable discipline. Sally forth, & Happy Poetry Month! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Robyn for hosting Poetry Friday.
DeleteSo glad to have found your poems. I'm in awe of those who write a poem every day. Poem on!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ramona. You are very kind!
DeleteOh boy, can I relate! Good job writing every day--even when the going gets tough!
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