Life Without Poetry Soup

There have been a few times when I Have found myself without The Soup. When my patient muse absents herself, I find I must stop to regroup. My computer has, once in a while, Refused to answer to my call, Or I must take myself away And do a bit of over-haul. It’s then I find how much I miss My poet friends and their great writes. My mind goes into over-drive, My brain's infested by termites. Phrases and lines slip through the cracks And drop into my coffee cup, And when I try to write them down, I realize I’ve drunk them up. Upside is down and down is up, I’ve lost all sense of time and space. I look into the mirror and I don’t remember my own face. The Soup has infiltrated and Has come to be my constancy. Friends I have made on Poetry Soup Are friends in all reality. I am enamored with the Soup. I need to have some every day. It is a large part of my life. I pray it never goes away. won a 6th in contest