Poetry v. Novel

Where have all my thoughts gone

They’ve left my mind quite blank

Must have gone on holidays

Or they’re holed up in the bank.

 

I do miss the novel ideas

Re-iterations of the theme

Nothing new is coming to mind

Just loads of dried up Memes

 

I started writing poetry

Daily from a prompt

And it seems that my ideas

Have somehow gotten swamped

 

I perhaps should give up the gig

I fear that that is pointless

For when I don’t write any words

It’s like my legs are jointless.

 

So for me the poems will continue

In some way shape or form

And perhaps, one day

Writing poems will become the norm.

 

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