I don’t know if I’ve got it in me tonight.
National Poetry Writing month
takes its toll.
30 poems in 30 days.
Content burnout is real.
I know a guy
who lives in an adobe cottage
in New Mexico,
who lives contentedly,
is madly in love,
and writes like 3 poems a day.
I don’t know how he does it.
1 poem a day for 1 month
just about cracks me open.
That’s why I’m making this
diary entry metatext.
I need a break.
I need something easy.
It’s impossible to feel the muse
all the time
because she exacts a toll
and takes more than she gives.
Better to replenish oneself periodically
with a self-indulgent diary post.
It may not be good reading,
but it saves one from total burnout.
This may as well say “lorem ipsum”
Nice composition
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Thank you
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Okay, sport.
So, keep it short.
Just a snort
Or an ugly wart.
[wink, wink, wink]
Don’t mind me, my mind ambles through word brambles as the morning’s eggs I scrambles.
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Thanks for the chuckle.
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I’ve written every day
And realized
It feels so
Empty
When I don’t have
A topic to exploit
But rather
I’m writing just to write
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Same, homie.
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Well your “lorem ipsum”
is a perfect poem.
You’re so right about creative muse
But oh! What a darling s/he is, for keeping poets so amused.
For your ills, there is, I suppose, only one real answer:
Fall
in
love.
😈😇😍
And make it faster. 😉😄
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Thanks, Lia. Your comments always brighten my day.
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😃😊😚✌️🙏
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Be strong. We’re halfway out of the month.
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