Hey guys, Happy Thursday–well, Thursday night if you wanna get technical. Just between us, though, I think I’m sensing a pattern on Thursdays: Just when I think I’m gonna turn in for the day, I finally get a flash of inspiration for a poem.
As in I’m currently writing this post because now words are coming to me. So, have a nice late night poem before you go to sleep:
I finally see them,
the words that keep eluding me…
Just out of reach
are the words that creep
right in the fringe of my mind.
they were supposed to
come earlier. But they were fickle like
the fall weather: cold one minute and warm the next, and with never
any warning; how rude!
It doesn’t matter now, though.
The words are here and flowing
in their weird
All so I can tidy them up
Into a neat
or not-so neat
Poem for you.
That’s all for tonight guys! You know what to do if you enjoyed this weird and stream-of-consciousness-ish poem: blab about it in the comments of course! Tell me if you enjoyed it or hated it or say that you could write something better in your sleep–it’ll just help me write better in the end. I hope you all have a good Friday and an even better weekend, and I’ll see you all on Monday, okay?
This is Kryssie, signing off! Bye!