April 13, 2018
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
I like rhythm,
I like rhyme,
syllables is fine.
But day by day
becomes a slog,
an endless trek
across a bog.
I’ve had enough
Is it time yet
for a vacation?
1. Easter Sunday Rumination on Eggs
7. Untitled dodoitsu
8. To Do List
11. Story Is Who We Are
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!ReplyDelete
I guess this is a common complaint!Delete
I 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!ReplyDelete
Yes, Hurrah we are almost over the hump!Delete
Oh, 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.ReplyDelete
I agree. I suspect I am beginning to think in rhyme...Delete
Ha! A humorous take on your admirable discipline. Sally forth, & Happy Poetry Month! Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Thank you Robyn for hosting Poetry Friday.Delete
So glad to have found your poems. I'm in awe of those who write a poem every day. Poem on!ReplyDelete
Thank you Ramona. You are very kind!Delete
Oh boy, can I relate! Good job writing every day--even when the going gets tough!ReplyDelete