I tried to write a poem but it wouldn’t come together
And I thought to myself, what on earth is the matter
I tried everyway I could to just get a rhyme
But nothing seem to work ,it just wouldn’t chime
Then I said to myself why should this be
In the past it has always come naturally
Frustrated and aggravated, I tucked it away
And for all I cared, that’s where it would stay
Then one day it came to me so very clear
I’ve been writing the wrong thing in my ear I could hear
I picked up the poem and I picked up the pen
I started writing the same poem all over again
Nothing seemed the same as it fell into place
I guess you could say it was a complete replace
The one thing I learned from this experience, you see
Is that a poem can be whatever it wants to be
You can’t make it up as you go along
It has to come to you or it’ll be all wrong
A poet’s dilemma is a rough road to walk
It takes words instead of action, and very little talk
As you can see with this one I’m not at my best
So I guess I can say, my mind’s taking a rest
© Susie Swanson, 2017
Yep, that's what I'm doing folks, taking a rest. It seems these days that's all I do is rest. I'm trying to rest my Adrenal Glands so they'll heal and my old worn out body for that matter. I'll be back soon as I'm able to visit with you all. Take care and God Bless!!
