Tomorrow I will sit demurely
just wrestle words to the ground
with a flicker of my lashes
flash of sopweed from the Bard.
Tomorrow my characters will come alive,
fight each other, bicker, woo.
Plotholes will hang their grimey faces,
poems stop barking at the moon.
Tomorrow I’ll use post-its in coloured gradations,
fill spreadsheets and schedules, submit with method.
Each sapling of wisdom, each stray pun I will corral
till the day after arrives with a thud.
I hope the day arrives soon enough. 🙂
I hope so too, Resh, thank you!
I love this, especially those barking poems and grimy plothole faces
Yeah, I got a bit carried away…
Not at all – arresting images
Beautiful depiction here! Love the plotholes and the way you describe the characters!
I loved your sensible remark that even 20 minutes spent with your writing is time well spent, but I often seem to live in the future of grandiose plans instead… so I decided to mock that attitude a little.
Thank you. And, you know, I think we all get those grandiose ideas. I know I do!
Wonderful! I sense that perhaps today has been a writing struggle…. 😉
Not today, it was written more than a week ago, but we all have those days…
I hear that ‘thud’ every day.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts…I will try to find mine.
Wishing you the very best of luck! And patience.
Excellent. Oh, those tomorrows. I have so many days like that. And tomorrow comes and it’s not that different from the day before. But perhaps I have made some progress in some area. You say it so well.