Faltering plans An indecisive mind, Consistency in itself is an art An explosive start! Followed by; Fumbling fingers and idiotic ideas. What next? Do we pitstop like Hamilton? We were in pole position. Reassert, focus and keep on track. We are the drivers of our own Destiny...
I've been trying to keep up one poem a day. It's tough. I'm sure other writers can relate. This poem is about trying to keep that target going. A Formula 1 racing theme was completely unintentional and off the cuff, but seemed to work nicely. So it stayed and I kinda like the end result. I hope you do too.
I lay out the paper I pick up my pen I rattle my head again and again Yet nothing emerges, I draw a blank Just like this paper, all but blank This mind far from empty, my thoughts race Yet I can't get them down, can't find a pace This mind of mine, so sporadically poetic This mind of mine, equally pathetic.
Words. I used to write them daily My pen filled with ink It found the darkness inspiring My loveless life shown through prose
But now I'm apathetic of feeling My once ink filled pen No longer paints poems of pain It doesn't sing the song of serenity The ink has run dry I'm all out of......
