May 04, 2011


Prompt from Poetic Asides: write an "on the other hand" poem

I need to write, to
flex my poetic muscle, to
stretch my fingers and mind…

but the inkwell has run dry, the
muscles are sprained and tired,
the fingers are uncooperative.

I need to be disciplined, to
persist in writing, for if I write
nothing at all, then I will never
write anything great at all…

but if I force the words out of
wordless conception, overwork
the muscles, push duty over delight,
it could do more harm than good.

So I may just not write at all…
or maybe, I just did.

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