Monday, December 22, 2008


As I sit here at 11:15PM thinking to myself, "what are you staying up so late for?"
I have to admit this writing thing is an addiction. Even when I'm tired at the end of the day, I feel like I can't go to bed if I haven't made an entry for a couple of days. I just can't! It's certainly not that I believe the world needs to hear my thoughts because they are so profound. It's really that I NEED to put them down on paper (now that's a strange thought when, in this context, there is no paper involved). Anyway, I was thinking about the way my poetry comes to me and wrote this little poem to express that. Here it is.

by Patty Lynn

Sometimes the words come easy,
Sometimes the words won't come.
Sometimes it takes forever.
Sometimes it's lots of fun!

Regardless, it's a challenge,
A mental calisthenic.
Some thoughts seem like molasses
Or sometimes they're frenetic.

Guess that's the nature of the beast,
No formula for rhyming.
Some think it's scientific,
I think it's just good timing.

I can't predict when juices flow
And poems will be created.
I only know that when they are,
I sometimes feel elated!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very, very nice! You have such a great poetic talent and you really should believe that!!