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.