Poetry Blues Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Poetry Blues

I woke up to work a poem
The poem worked me
No matter how hard i tried
how hard it cried to get off my chest
i failed it dismally
Lacking the flow to put pen to paper.

It is not the paucity of ideas
The bankruptcy of emotion
but, like everything ephemeral
inspiration was a co conspirator in my failure
The more i focused on a title the more the title lost focus
and i went from one idea to another

My thrash can overflowed with two liners leading nowhere.
There is so much to write about.
The war in Ukraine
driving the world insane
Local current affairs
Covid driving up fares
The sun and the moon

Unfortunately for me today
I woke up to work a poem
The poem worked me
Tomorrow i try again
To work a poem
And hope i overcome
my poetry blues

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