A Poet's Dilemma

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!!