There is a known phenomenon,
A universal state,
When everything's turned upside down
And dumped upon your plate;
You run around in circles,
Your mind is out of sync,
Completely out of balance
And it's driving you to drink!
The natives call it 'restless wind'
I can't recall the name -
It's totally frustrating
And probably to blame
For my lack of creativity,
My pen has long gone dry -
I hit my head against the wall
So hard it makes me cry;
Now that's a bit unsettling,
It's time to get a grip -
There must be something I can write
Straight-shooting from the hip;
Nothing too incredible,
Something short and sweet
Might be just the ticket now
To stand me on my feet;
So.......... OK, Frank, I get the point
Not good to sit and stew -
Instead I'll get off my dead butt
And write this poem for you!
Thanks for the boost, Frankie J. I needed that!
I have been told I can write a poem about anything and I'll bet you can too. I enjoyed that! Marilyn
Well if this is how you write when you DON'T have inspiration... a jealous full marks from me! ! ! ! :) t x
Linda this is a wonderful piece - honest, clever, unselfconscious and rhythmical. You hold up your poetic mirror for the rest of us to see ourselves. Don't know what he said, but goodonya Mr. Ryan for inspiring this. love, Allie xxxx
Good for Frank to get you writing. This piece has great flow/meter! -c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are most welcome Lady Midnight! ...But trust me...this piece, as all your work, is there within you always...there is nothing i can say or do to make it happen unless you want it with your heartbreath...And you did, and so you wrote...and we are pleasured, once again! Great Crafting, young lady! .. And thank you for the dedicational....again you humble me... FjR