My Last Poem

Sarah Brisco on Jun 4, 2009

This isn’t really my last poem; I just considered that to be an appropriate title.

I used to be able to tell my hands,
“I want to write a poem.”
Then I’d simply grab a pen,
And my hands would do the mowin’.

I’d hardly even have to think,
‘Cept to keep my hands in line.
But I seem to have lost that ability,
To the passage of time.

My friends can all write poems,
‘Bout most anything they want.
But I have lost that precious gift,
And so my pen grows gaunt.

I have no more need for paper,
Nor ink, nor lead.
‘Cause from here on out all my poems,
Are gonna be in my head.

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Comments (6)

nekkoli on Jun 4, 2009
Sounds like me with writer’s block!
ken bultman on Jun 4, 2009
Forget about it. Write another one, then another…they’ll flow.
ladybaby on Jun 4, 2009
Your brain is just taking a break.
smruss3199 on Jun 10, 2009
I liked the humor in it, reminds me of myself (laugh), but you are a very talented poet. We all have a freeze once in a while.
clafleur on Jul 30, 2009
I dropped by to check out your work.
Milton H Peebles III on Aug 16, 2009
I used to be the same way. All I had to do was sit down with pen and paper and stuff just came out. The only problem back then, was that I had no earthly idea what was going to come out. Now when I write, it is about something that I have been thinking about for some time. It is like I have more control over what is written.

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