"Twixt the Hand and Brain"
What use a pencil forced to write
What’s written has no draw
A vision, timeless yes, but trite
When bitten by that I saw
The trouble twixt the hand and brain
Ideas too strong to fit
And listening to the lack of rain
Alone and blocked I sit
Full dozen items on a list
Of NaCreSoMo glory
But two yet checked, the others missed
Amidst my other story
But we have yet a week to go
and more, until the end
And I tomorrow surely know
That flow of creativity
Shall begin again.
Today’s poem is frustration at not having any good short ideas for NaCreSoMo, but it’s also a reference back to a haiku I wrote for the very first event of this kind I did.
Pencil forced to write
Can you crank out poems at will?
A timeless vision
I can produce rhymes in meter on demand for a given topic—musical improv, anybody?—but today I’d rather have been working on one of my slightly larger ideas. Maybe I’ll get home a little earlier tomorrow.
Part of NaCreSoMo 2017.