I can’t write
by cricketjeff on September 30, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I settled down to writing,
started pushing words around
But they would keep on fighting,
and they beat me to the ground
They would not stay in meter
yet they were not fresh and free
You’d think that I could beat a
little bit of poetry
The water softly lapping
always sends me off to sleep
And while I lay there napping
(very glad it wasn’t deep)
I chased a case of rhyming
through the darkness of my mind
But soon I found the timing
had quite left my muse behind
A love song seemed appealing
but romance had washed away
I tried to be revealing
all about the world today
But nothing good was forming
each attempt was looking worse
Until I started warming
to this little nonsense verse
No cod philosophising
(as some other people write)
No rabbles roused or rising
to take on the people’s fight
I can’t get hot and steamy
though I wish that wasn’t true!
I could get soft and dreamy
and write down a piece of you
But no, I’m busy yawning
I’ll shall take myself to bed
And sleep till day starts dawning
living life inside my head
Give up all thought of writing
thoughts of pushing words around
Tomorrow they’ll stop fighting
and I’ll stand on firmer ground!!!
English