The Poetic Plight Poem by Amanda Basaiawmoit

For someone who teaches literature;
Poetry does not come naturally.
Its as difficult as algebra,
where I forget the equating expressions.
Sometimes its unknown to me as 'x'
the unknown algebraic entity.

So when I write,
Finding the muse to bemuse me,
is in itself an amusing situation.
Then to draw inspiration from
the well of emotions is even harder.

Even when I write,
Sometimes my voice betrays me
getting stuck in my throat,
and words that I know
are buried in forgetfulness.

Therefore, my poetry,
like my linear equations
are always wrong.
The a plus b all squared up
equates to a and b squared individually.
It gets even worse,
the left is never equal to the right.
As what I think is not what I write.