On Writing A Poem A Day
A brilliant creation
reigns in some hemisphere
of my brain. The left or is it
the right? No matter
it plans to move to the
correct corner soon.
It promised.
In the meantime
I wait in the alley
a cheerful puppy
with a pink ball
tossing it at the wall
needing it to bounce
snap back
so that I can continue to dream.
Perhaps if brilliance reigns
bask in the golden light of acceptance
for a few milliseconds
before the balding critic
pulling my leash
draws me home
to draft
another tantalizing verse
to share
with the world
again tomorrow.
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