This Weather Will Not Poison a Poets Pen

it’s too wet, too gloomy, too damp putting me in a bad mood, I am too annoyed to write I wanted to picnic today this storm has ruined everything! Dang it! Now the lights have gone out! Even if I could write, I can’t. The computer won’t work! This lament is from Linwood, the "wanna be" writer. Chet, the real writer, heard the lament of his roommate. as he was scribbling his thoughts onto a paper plate using the light from the window noting impressions in a line angry gray clouds thunder’s cymbal crash resolve of the black oak tree to stand up to the storm “I will write tomorrow!” yelled Linwood. “I am going back to bed now.” Chet kept writing….you see, this weather won’t poison a poets pen because a real writer can write about…. an electrical outlet a surprisingly fast mouse a drop of glue a tiny piece of tape a teensy crumb from a pink eraser or their roommates that is what writers and poets do.