Do you wake up at two thirty with a rhythm in your head?
With a phrase that just won’t go away, but lingers there instead?
Do you turn the light on, rub your eyes, and start to madly scribble
On the pad you keep beside your bed, without a single quibble?
Do you think in rhyme when perhaps the time is not exactly right?
In the middle of a meeting, or, like me, the dead of night?
Does your brain dictate the time you put your words into a verse?
Do you have to finish it at once, when on the loo (or worse?)
Do you need to eavesdrop all the time to find your subject matter?
The bus, the Primark changing room, where people have a natter?
Is your poetry the heart and soul of everything you do?
Is it not a hobby, not a fad, but simply part of you?
If you grimace at the chance remarks that you get thrown your way,
‘So you dabble, do you? Oh, what fun to pass the time of day!’
If you mutter at the clichés and the patronising smirk
From a highly-paid executive who says it’s not real work,
If you live and breathe to hone your craft and hardly earn a crust,
If you scribe because you’re driven, and you scribe because you must.
Then you truly are a poet and the writing’s on the wall.
Words are wonderful my poet friend, so don’t ignore the call!
© Carol Ann Wood
October 2018
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Index of Posts:
- Georgie Porgie
- A Wannabe
- How To Tell If You’re A Poet
- Poets Do Not Dabble
- Jealousy Is Such A Negative Thing
- I Do Not Have To Justify
- Do I know Who I Am?
- Anyone Can Write A Poem.
- Granny Gets the Sex Toy
- Things That Were Never Okay
- For Dominic
- Your Aunty’s Pussy
- The Late, Late Train
- Winter Bollocks
- To My Unborn Grandson
- An Angry Poem
- Keep The Home Fires Burning
- Scribo Ergo Sum
- I’ll Ride Where I like
- You Are Old Said The Mail
- I Must Be Silenced
- Anyone Can write A Poem
- Second Rate 1972
- Keep Write On: How this writer regained the power of words.
- Welcome to Birmingham New Street Station
- Just Saying …
- Mind. The. Gap.
- Are you ‘Beach Body’ ready?
- Food Porn And ‘Healthy Options’
- Falling Off My Bathroom Scales
- Ticking boxes: Students, not customers!
- Warriors Of The Keyboard
- The Final Curtain?
- As Long As I Care To Remember
- Conflict and Resolution: The way we react to localised conflict can affect our attitudes towards the wider world
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