The need is there to write in rhyme,
although it takes a longer time,
to search for meanings that make sense,
to pen my thoughts with no pretense
The blank page beckons, ‘fill me please’
and sometimes I can with such ease
but on occasion I sit and stare
as inspiration just leaves me there
Thoughts are strange, there’s no doubt,
but always there to help you out
until suddenly an idea takes form
and your fingers fly, the keyboard’s warm
The finished poem is there on the screen
tho’ you wonder to someone else will it seem
nothing very special, or worthy of note
but you hope they like the poem you wrote.
The trouble is, it’s been a part of me
started from an idea, it just grew, you see?
wouldn’t let up ‘til I’d finished the whole
clicked ‘Publish’, let it go, hopefully not an ‘own goal.’
LadyP © 2010
The reference Own Goal, makes me remember this weekend’s football result for Man U, A nil-nil draw is not a tragedy but it would have eased the chase for the top position of the Premier League to have leap-frogged over Chelsea. Ah Well, no use crying over spilt milk.!!