ONE OF THOSE DAYS

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

You can have one of those days where nothing is right, right?

Nothing is working, it just doesn’t rhyme, right?
From the moment you write a poem and it runs from you
And you can’t grab it.
And all you write is a sorry lament, a pathetic piece of rhyme
That lacks soul and heart and is only whining.

Yeck!

Such a day is this day. So laugh with me at its strangeness.
From the moment I woke up in the middle of the night,
And I couldn’t make my wheelchair wait, ended in a heap
On the floor. Of course!
So there I was, contemplating next move. And decided to
Use this one, only just mobilized, arm to lift myself.

Hmm!

Yes this is definitely one of these days where my heart is a stone,
And my mouth is sealed and my words turn into soup.
So please kick my sorry ass and prompt me to do better.
Ask for a poem.
Of any choice, it doesn’t matter,
As long as I don’t have to come up with one myself!

Duh!

© Darren White