Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a stuck poem. Write about the struggle or the inability to move. Maybe you’re stuck in traffic, in a bad job, or a relationship.

Oh what a vexing dilemma
Stuck madly in the middle of thought
For that wily old Muse
Has relinquished her dues
That long after midnight I sought

But now in the middle of morning
I’m hit with a mystic sort of thud
As from out of nowhere
She spangles the air
While I’m stuck elbow-deep in dish suds

Oh, what a glorious dilemma
Stuck twixt fantasy and mundane
Yet, I should sing the blues
For that wily old Muse
Drives this housewife completely insane

© Janet Martin

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