I’ll Try to Keep Up

Accidental Poet

It’s almost 2 A.M.

And I’m wide awake

Though sound asleep

I labor to fake

 

Chugging along

Like a miles long freight train

Poetic words stalk me

Flooding my sponge of a brain

 

My relentless Muse

Working overtime

Always in search of

That perfect rhyme

 

“Get up, get up”

She politely insists

“We’ve much work to do”

As partnership we co-exist

 

So, I start typing

From my heart of which I hear

“Come on AP, pick up the pace”

I’m trying, I’m trying said I sincere

 

From the left,  from the right

I pull from thin air

From above and below

Poetic words everywhere

 

Where does all this come from?

Dare I ask

“Never mind, just type faster”

My instructed task

 

So, there I type

As fast as I can

My Muse’s very own

Delivery man

 

That’s two poems in the last hour

How many more?

“Stop complaining,

And lock the door”

 

She reminds me

It’s all of my own

Every last word

From my heart, lyrically grown

 

It comes not

From my DNA

But still there it is

A part of me on the page

 

Can we take a break? I ask

“If you can handle the back-up”

Well, since you can’t stop I guess

I’ll try to keep up

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2021

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2021 05:16
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good write AP. lol.

  • dusk arising

    When the muse nags, she is boss. She who must be obeyed less you toss and turn in refusal.

  • SureshG

    She visits, at her pleasure
    Not waiting at my leisure
    When then I wish to recall
    Empty mind, nothing to haul

    I find myself at that junction so, so many times. Loved the poem

    • Accidental Poet

      Yes suresh I', a slave to my Muse. Thanks for the visit and comment. ; )

    • Goldfinch60

      Very true words AP, that muse will not let us take a break at anytime.


      Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        I am but a slave to Muse cracking the whip. Thanks Andy. ; )



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