Flying Lemming

(England)

Thinking Of A Title Is The Hardest Part


Staring at the screen, hoping for a start
Thinking of a title really is the hardest part
Staring at the screen, hoping for a verse
Trying hard to fill my need to rhythmically converse
Staring at the screen, hoping for a break
I want to sound sincere and not plastic or fake
Staring at the screen, hoping for ideas
Watching as my wish to be creative disappears
Staring at the screen, hoping for a line
Think I'll just give up now and stop wasting my time
Staring at the screen, making one last bid
I need to write a poem, wait a minute, I just did!

Submitted: Thursday, November 06, 2008

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  • C T Heart (11/6/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    True...a short but amazing piece displayed with simplicity and craftmanship. rhythmically converse.....yes thats all we need.a10. (Report) Reply

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