I’m supposed to write a poem a day?
Its spring outside and time to play!
The words that dance inside my head,
don’t have a schedule on which they’re said.
I guess there is a chance I can,
maybe if I make a plan…
to stop and breathe and let it come,
not over think it when its done
Just keep it going every day
and in the prose I’ll write til’ May,
I may just learn that voice inside
is full of things meant to surprise
So here we go with pen in hand
or keyboard as the case may stand
and write and write, no judgement make,
for inspiration makes no mistake.
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