Illustrate your tale in coal,
A writer without pain
is a body without a soul.
If you have a date at 8,
Arrive at 7 and wait,
Have your table pre-paid,
Finish everything in your plate.
If you wish to go hide,
I bet you do a horse ride,
The field will be wide and cool,
Fresh air will please you.
If you are having a writer’s block,
I bet you go boating in a lake,
Have fun fishing in a dock,
Jot down your feelings while awake.
Are we there yet?
How to get pass quagmire in our journey?
Let time carry you through, I bet,
Keep swinging like a pendulum between eternity and reality.
Treat your wounds in vain,
Decorate your emotions with coal,
A story that is pure plain
is a life without a goal.
Poetry Potluck week 19