Addiction....

Pink cotton candy on a soft blue sea

Heaven sighing in the ever-green tree

Barn-swallows dipping and soaring again

Why must poetry live inside my brain?

I am enslaved as a drunk to his brew

When I sleep in my grave perhaps I’ll be free too

But to lay down my pen is to close my eyes

To the midnight hush and the ruby sunrise

I must need to be deaf and dumb and blind

If poetry shall not plague my mind

I will not resist her taunting plea

For poetry exists inside of me

Why do I feel the need to explain

The chromosome which forms my brain

Alas, alas sweet woe is me

I am addicted to poetry

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Janet Martin

YES, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION.....

YOU MAY LAUGH!!!!!!

Okay, so my decision to not write

lasted approx. 12 hrs.!!!

That's pretty good:)

You see I was doing okay

my decision seemed right

by the light of day

I had no urge to write....

but then tonight as the sun went down

and the summer day was wrapped in an evening gown

God flung His best handiwork into the sky

as He seemed to be asking, "Tell Me, why?"