Don'T Fight It, Write It
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'Don't Fight it, Write it' Poetry Contest
Sponsor. John Lawless
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.
No thoughts came to stir up my brain,
And no topic I found save my strain.
The urge to write had grown into a fad,
And I felt I was growing altogether mad.
I was plagued by a fiery fancy to express,
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress.
With a mental state somewhat fierce,
I climbed up and down the stairs.
I stood upside down and raked my head,
So that a little poem, into it would be fed.
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright.
But on my head hung a heavy weight.
I poured some water over my head,
But knew my fever hadn’t fled.
Madly pacing across the room,
I tripped and fell down on a broom.
Rising, I screamed with all my might,
Making the household ring in fright.
‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout,
And wriggled in pain as from gout.
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house.
No one knew the reason for my fuss.
Soon it dawned on me that I need to be relaxed,
For I was far more than stressed.
So, I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.
I don’t know how long I sat in meditation,
On waking up I got a fresh direction.
From the grip of an entangling rigor,
I restored my sanity and vigor.
At dawn, on my desk I sat with a clear head.
My senses were alert and my brain, no more dead.
Ink freely spilled down and on fancy’s wings I flew.
Forgot how I had sat the other day without even a clue!
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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