One a Day

Today is a very busy day and there is no time left to write, let alone place words in play. Ten minutes only left to sight my goal, a poem a day no matter what. Most days there's nothing to say but who knows what the fat reveals when desperate fingers claw the ridges of the brain. All I know is that the poet's spirit lingers and it is easier to write, though there's no fame, when you force on yourself these exercises, sometimes you move on past to some real issues.