March
4, 2009
Eleven
thirty-three and I must leave by noon.
I
wait for inspiration, I'll need it very soon.
Eleven
forty-four, I'm heading for the door.
Still
wait for inspiration. It's coming now for sure.
Eleven
fifty-three, still nothing in my mind.
The
inspiration left me flat, and now I am behind.
Eleven
fifty-five, I'm sitting at a light
Inspiration
hits me, I simply have to write!
Eleven
fifty-six, the light's about to change.
I
scribble like a lunatic who should be in a cage.
Eleven
fifty-nine, I finally got it down.
I'm
feeling pretty happy as I drive into the town.
It's
finally twelve thirty and time for class to start.
I
take my paper in my hand, be still my beating heart.
Convinced
I've written Shakespeare, I smile & politely clap.
But
when it's my turn to read my poem, I know I've written crap.
Don't
know where inspiration went, but it's been gone too long.
Next
time, I just won't try to write, I'll sing a happy song.
©
2018 Dellani Oakes
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