I missed National Poetry Day, not that I’ve ever been much of a poet but I do like reading it from time to time. Just to belatedly mark the day, here is my proffering about my own failings on that score.
I have to admit, I haven’t a clue,
not one iota, how to write you.
I think of a word, a sentence, a verse,
my brain gets fuddled and then I curse.
I go cross-eyed pondering what to say,
what witticism, observation, I can lay
down on paper, as if inspired,
my mind goes to overdrive,
I end up wired.
It is too complicated to un-spin,
my thoughts to order the pen to ink,
what I ought.
No laureate crown will be bestowed on me,
just a pointy hat, adorned with a ‘D!’
© Petra Kidd 2013