| | I set a goal for m'self this week ... to write one poem. No set length, theme, subgenre, etc. Figured why I add even more pressure? The act of writing (or typing) would be difficult enough.
"Untitled (Draft I)"
I haven't a clue where to begin
From the beginning or,
at the end.
All I know is that
9 times out of 10,
I'll scrap whatever I write.
Editing is a chore,
playing with my muse - a bore.
My journal's empty pages
sigh and snore.
I decided to type this,
because I was too lazy to write.
Sittin' here in my woe-is-me state,
I lie in wait
Hopin' my muse will play with me
once more.
But, what on earth for?
I need to search for some answers.
Ask the Universe to be my guide.
Instead,
I type out this poe-em,
to avoid the hand of Fate.
I already learned that isn't possible,
sittin' here in my woe-is-me state.
I don't have a conclusion for this poem.
Not sure if this is the end.
Can't remember where or why I started.
Oh well, I'll just hit ... send.
My "currently listening" selection is in celebration of the Artist's upcoming birthday fête!
Peace,
Moi
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