An Excuse Poem by Estrellita Dedel

there are days when things are pouring amidst a long drought
but the pen simply can't even make a word come out
this is what happens when the mind wanders and the eyes dwell
when the ears can't distinguish the sound of a bell

there are days when things crack in dryness amidst pouring rain
but the throat simply can't find the right sound for the pain
this is what happens when mind thinks it's empty yet full
when one feels like nobody learns anything in school

now my hand is perplexed: to hold a pen or a brush?
should i let things sway with the tune of time or just rush?
there are too many things to do but nothing was done
it bothers me to see things end but none was begun

these are the days when my brain tells me what i must do
these are the days when my heart says what it wants to brew
my heart has four chambers but there is only one me
i blame my beating heart for this insufficiency