Monday, November 23, 2020
Paying The Poetry Price...Hell In A Handbasket
Rating: ★5.0
Trials and tribulations,
Haunt my poetry pen.
That spectre of confusion,
Is back yet again.
A great idea birthed,
A poem began to form.
A poet in full flow,
A wise truth to inform.
Then hell in a handbasket,
So revealed its ugly face.
The words began to slow,
And rhymes I had to chase.
My imagination seized wholly,
My poem's temporarily on ice.
Pick up the pieces tomorrow,
Tonight, just pay the price.
Shaun Cronick
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery,imagination,poetry,problems,words