Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
13: Criticism
(Nove Otto)
The many poems I have writ
Now mock me in my failing wit
To write the lines that used to flow
In streams of rhyme. My fingers tremble
Above the keys to reassemble
These wayward thoughts into a row
Of words connecting to a rhyme;
And when I look to see the time,
I count the minutes marching slow
Towards the deadline count of noon.
The count of doom arrives too soon;
And an hour comes and goes too fast;
And I'm wracking my brains to find
Amidst disruptions of every kind
Some shreds of peace. All peace is lost,
The time now dwindling like the sunset
Over a battlefield beset
With circumstance's wailing blast.
And so to failure I resign
Myself in misery and pine
For former days when I could move
My muse to sing and dance all day.
Disgraceful how it ends this way
To know I'll share these lines thereof
For other eyes to view with scorn;
And yet, the fires of hell must burn,
And from those ashes, I'll improve.
(To be continued...)
A/N: Here's another installment for this collection. This piece is inspired by looming deadlines and doubts I had when I submitted my first three exercise poems for my creative writing class this semester (fall 2015). Hope you enjoyed! ( ^_^ )
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Challenge Yourself
PoetryGenres: Poetry. Summary: This latest poetry collection will chronicle whatever poetry contest or poetry writing challenge or inspirational moment I undertake. I need to get back into the poetic disposition, and this collection will help me do that...
