No poem today

There shall be no poem today.
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.

There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.

There shall be no poem today.
Just tasks to be done
or more likely, postponed
again.
I thought I was on top of this
but balls are dropping
left
                                               right
                  and centre
soon people will notice
how I’m letting them down
and we just can’t have that,
so there simply
shall not be
a poem today.

Come back tomorrow.


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