…And Tomorrow Came
Poeming
still remains a vain pursuit
30 minutes ’til midnight
the rain playing percussion on my roof
These are the only lines that
come to mind
They rhyme (hooray for me)
But my muse stays clogged
like the drain outside
my basement door
So I sit like an idiot
waiting for my basement to flood
If only the poems would do the same
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Thanks for sharing what feels like a vain pursuit with us. Great capturing of the frustration!
I think we have all felt that way sometimes.
This one made me laugh, Lee. The struggle is real.