A Poem on Poems (sort of)
A Creative Rant
Explain to me why
When the hour is appropriate
I can’t seem to write a single word
But when the sun’s gone
And the moon’s in its business
I sing like a colorful bird
My mind, it’s decided
My schedule is such
That sleep must, at times, come second
To urges galore
To craft a new story
And in the same night, start and end it
My body, it follows
Because, hey, why not
And puts off exhaustion until
The plot is complete
And yet, even then,
My thoughts can’t seem to keep still
Examples, you see,
are whatever this is
This poem, this freeform…thing
And anything else
This unthinkable hour
Of thoughtful creation will bring
I’m not, you may learn
A creation machine
I can’t just churn out all the time
My mind, it needs quiet
It cannot hold stress
Or it falters on the simplest rhyme
Nor can I, you see
Give a project my all
If the rules are too much set in stone
I’m a hard worker, yes
I never give up
But I like to do some things on my own
Rules are, in my opinion,
A necessary guide
They give structure and order and sense
Too many, however
Will do me no good
What might have been light work becomes dense
You’ve noticed by now
This poem is odd
In its rhythm, its patterns, its voice
It is, then
A stellar example
Of what I’m capable of, given the choice
I won’t ramble on
This is just a quick work
To keep me on the right track
Stay tuned, boys and girls
After these messages
We’ll be right back.
About the Creator
Michaela Calabrese
Hello! My name is Michaela Calabrese. I've had a passion for writing since I was little; from research-heavy articles with citations galore to lighter introspections about abstract concepts (and some nerdier posts about my favorite fandoms)
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