day/poem 13

(just had a bit of a cinderella moment. went to an amazing poetry night, Poetree at the BBC, and realised as it ended that it was already ten past eleven, and i still needed to write today's poem.  which made for some odd non-sequitur goodbyes 'sorry, i've got to go, i need to write a poem before midnight'...weirdo! so i did it on the bus. it is an example of why i hardly ever even attempt to rhyme...)

-- after fool's --

out of time and

chasing rhyme and

searching for a piece that aches to be sublime

attemptng genius, attempting smart

looking for some lines that justify the term 'art'

as i scribble, pen scratch

graze ink onto the page

writing as a fool aspiring to be a sage

never for a wage, rarely for the stage

fingers fumbling, poem rumbling, tumbling from my my mind cage

but

the padlock's got stuck so all my lines suck

and the rhyming scheme i've started's run completely amuck

but i don't give a hoot about the lines i unroot

only care about the scare about the chimes that cut the air

of the night, bus speeds as it hurtles me nearer

to the silence of my room, to the space where i think clearer

so the stops count down, and i'm almost back home

30 minutes to the deadline for this napowrimo poem