Writing Storm, Creative Writing

Writing Storm!

My house cleaning

has utterly

all gone to pieces;

my clothes have rips, stains,

and deeply,

imbedded creases.

.

My bed is thrashed,

unmade and flung

to the opposite side;

do not bother knocking

at my door; from every guest,

I will run away and hide.

.

No longer do I clean

windows,

or wipe countertops down;

my hungry pets glare at me,

with an angry,

snarling frown.

.

Perhaps all this

uncleanliness

will cause me a disease;

My immune system is down,

since all I ever eat

is Macaroni & Cheese.

.

This ongoing crisis is due

to thousands of rhymes whirling

inside my word-congested head;

but, if cease my writing,

the pressure will blow-up my brain-

and, I will surely, then, be dead.

.

I do need to get my act together;

that’s what my non-writing

friends happen to say;

And, I tell them that I will do so,

after I am allotted just

one more blogging day.

.

These days have quickly

turned into months;

forget about even weeks.

I guess I need some intervention,

since I am floating from two

slow-dripping, faucet leaks.

.

My Macaroni & Cheese

is burning, so I must end

this rhythmic poem;

actually, I will put out all fires later;

after all, I can still write poetry

even without a home.

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Writing Storm

Writing Storm

Writing Storm

Yancosky

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