aftermath

we dream, we create, we change, we love

Light Exercise

leave a comment »

My writing’s working out. Forget about dinner.
If put on hold, my poem might lose its bite,
like me. (Excuses don’t come any thinner.)
 
It’s not as though I’m just some raw beginner
who’s better off to eat well than to write.
My writing’s working out. Forget about dinner
 
until I’m done. What diligent webspinner
spins half its web then shuts down for the night?
Like me, excuses don’t come any thinner
 
than, “To the muse’s spoils belongs the winner,”
though I’d spoil what’s for dinner out of spite.
My writing’s working out. Forget about dinner.
 
Forgive the flat tastes fit this starving sinner,
but what goes on my tongue, be it delight
like me. (Excuses don’t come any thinner.)
 
I crave a savory beauty cooked up inner –
Such hunger doesn’t whet one’s appetite.
My writing’s working out. Forget about dinner
(like me). Excuses don’t come any thinner.

 
lastbutnotleast cat feed subscribe to aftermath’s lastbutnotleast category

bumper sticker [www.internetbumperstickers.com] - last but not least

Written by macheide

31 January 2009 at 7:57 am

Posted in last but not least

Tagged with

Comment?

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: