Long to Amaze
The clock is ticking, and thoughts race through the haze,
Three minutes to write, and I long to amaze.
Glancing around for something to jump at me,
Jumbled thoughts swarm; nothing I can see.
Fifty-two seconds—how fast time flies,
Now pressure mounts as my mind’s tries to be wise.
A big blank, a writer’s cramp, and still nothing clear,
But sunlight shines through the patio, near.
I pause to admire its yellow and red,
Bright as my thoughts, full speed ahead.
The clock ticks on, but beauty holds me still—
The buzzing of the buzzer breaks my reverie; I might need an Advil.
I turn it off, smooth my cover,
And wonder if I’ll ever recover.
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