Wednesday, 13 April 2011

day/poem 13

(just had a bit of a cinderella moment. went to an amazing poetry night, Poetree at the BBC, and realised as it ended that it was already ten past eleven, and i still needed to write today's poem.  which made for some odd non-sequitur goodbyes 'sorry, i've got to go, i need to write a poem before midnight'...weirdo! so i did it on the bus. it is an example of why i hardly ever even attempt to rhyme...)


-- after fool's --

out of time and
chasing rhyme and
searching for a piece that aches to be sublime
attemptng genius, attempting smart
looking for some lines that justify the term 'art'
as i scribble, pen scratch
graze ink onto the page
writing as a fool aspiring to be a sage
never for a wage, rarely for the stage
fingers fumbling, poem rumbling, tumbling from my my mind cage
but
the padlock's got stuck so all my lines suck
and the rhyming scheme i've started's run completely amuck
but i don't give a hoot about the lines i unroot
only care about the scare about the chimes that cut the air
of the night, bus speeds as it hurtles me nearer
to the silence of my room, to the space where i think clearer
so the stops count down, and i'm almost back home
30 minutes to the deadline for this napowrimo poem

3 comments:

  1. very funny... especially liked the lines:
    the padlock's got stuck so all my lines suck
    and the rhyming scheme i've started's run completely amuck
    but i don't give a hoot about the lines i unroot

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