The Curse of a Would-Be Poet
Blog Posted:4/10/2013 4:51:00 PM
This is my curse. I think in rhymes all of the time. I can't help it!!! Some new poem is always playing out in my head whenever I am left alone with my thoughts. Because I work out of my home - all alone - I suffer from human deprivation most of my days and am left alone with my thoughts far too often.
Today, while taking a break from doing some work on the PC to chase a fly around the kitchen with a fly swatter, the following poem formed in my head. As soon as I deposited the unfortunately slow fly in the trash can, I sat down and typed it out.
If Troubles Were Flies
If troubles always took the form of flies
Then prayer would be the swatter
If the desert sand was a compilation of lies
Then truth would be the water
If mistakes we made formed dark clouds in the sky
Then forgiveness the sunshine would bring
If bigotry and fear could pass us by
Then in harmony all humans could sing