Inspiration does not follow me
So that I can turn around and
Chat her up for a bit
Rather she stalks me
Sticking to the shadows,
Creeping behind me, out of sight
Only to spring out and attack
So that I must always
Be prepared with pen in hand
And paper at the ready
To capture the words that
She lets seep into the soul
And hammer into the brain
Before slinking back into the fringe.
this poem came about after three hours - THREE HOURS - of attempting to write a paper only to come up with half a page (of a really bad run on sentence that i kept only to alleviate the grief that i didn't accomplish anything at all)...out of about 15 that is due in a few days. thank you writers block...keep to the shadows please from now on.
YOU ARE READING
poems from a post it
Poetryi wrote these poems on a green post it pad while i was out and bored....i will add them as i can and they will all be pretty much the same length cause well, i am bored and try to do it on one post it page thing. enjoy.
