I have a mailing list made up of Internet friends who bought my book of poems. My intention is to write a poem a day, and once it's written, I e-mail it to these folks. I recently took a much-needed haitus; but now I'm back in the swing of things. Knowing these people are watching and waiting for their daily poem motivates me, and I usually can come up with something, even on dull days. However, these forced poems tend to go in circles, not really making much of a statement. Today's rhyme is an example:
© copyright October 27, 2004
Here I sit with one foot propped up on a kitchen chair,
Mandy lying next to me with four feet in the air.
Autumn leaves are falling; gentle rain is coming down,
And it won't be long before the winter rolls around.
I'd be working overtime,if I could work at all;
But, because of surgery, I'm staying home this fall.
Naps will be in order, since I cannot ride my horse.
I will read, and oh... I'll surf the Internet, of course!
Now and then, I think about the war that rages on
Wond'ring if our troops should stay, or maybe be withdrawn.
It's just six more days until we'll go and cast our votes,
Ending all the politics they're shoving down our throats.
I know I'm meandering; I haven't much to say.
There is not a lot to write, when you’re inside all day.
But I've pledged to try and write a simple, daily rhyme:
This is it; as you can see, I'm simply marking time.
I really take no pride in these "mandatory" poems; but they force me to strive for words and rhymes, and make it easier, I think, to be creative when I actually do have something to say.