A Banal Instruction
‘Tis said we should do what we think is right,
Listen to the voice of Conscience,
The small voice that whispers from the soul,
Call it gut,
Call it instinct,
Call it self,
I call mine Muse.
Too long the pen has lingered,
Toying with procrastination and self-pity,
While my dear Muse watched her beauty fade,
A poet neglecting the creative rites
The blank screen coldly stares,
No thoughts interact on the page,
‘Click’
Facebook seems so inviting,
Yet there it is, looking at me,
The much needed boot to the idle b’hind,
‘Life is short, make the most of it,’
Put your butt in the chair and write.
Form: Freeverse
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