Bette J Lafferty
Tampa Branch
I write in the night
without a light,
my pad
on my stomach does lay.
With a finger I guide
my thoughts as they slide,
from my mind to the paper
like kids play.
In the morning I discover
I wrote on my cover
so now my brain
I must rack.
For the deadline has come,
oh, please quiet that drum,
while I fight for the words
to come back.
No napping today,
no time to play,
I wish I would start
on time.
But it’s simply my plight,
as a poet I write,
when the words from my brain
start to rhyme.
I so enjoyed your playful description of how poetry comes when it will and that we must do whatever we can to capture it in the moment…and how it often slips away.
Yes – we’ve probably all been there – love the way you wrote it!!!!!!!
A fun read.
JUST PERFECT AND FUN.
THANKS FOR SHARING