Jannpoet Versemaker

(New Zealand)

The Race


Here's the line up in the race today
We have a fine field of horses,
Inspiration, Motivation, Thought,
Ego, Critic, Selfdoubt, Verses and Emotion
And They're off!

Thought is nosing forward with emotion in behind
Inspiration is coming through fast
Speeding up now, Verses trotting through
with ego keeping abreast.
Critic is making some ground now and Selfdoubt
is moving up from the rear

Thought is dropping back to pace with
Critic, then Selfdoubt faltering a little
Then moving forward to reach
Motivation as Verses moves forward once again.
Emotion is taking over now,
Guiding Inspiration through

Critic is trying to make some ground but
blocked out by the front line
As we come up to the finish line
the horses run together
It's Emotion, Inspiration, and Verses with
Ego in behind them, then comes Critic while
lagging the field is Selfdoubt
No wait a minute! He's been 'scratched'

Submitted: Saturday, May 05, 2012

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