WRITING 242

I start, and hope my poem is greeted well.

Embarrassed am I to start late today.

I think, what story do I tell?

Muse an idea that must roar so you marvel.

Rhyme random words. Question how to say.

I start, and hope my poem is greeted well.

A design clear and true. Spoken, it chimes a bell.

Convinced, with completion I can go and play.

I think, what story do I tell?

Were there a lady with whom I might dwell.

I would write romantic so she might sway.

I start, and hope my poem is greeted well.

Had she left me, hurt, a way to bid farewell.

No, no. I go toward being lost in cliché.

I think, what story do I tell?

Crumble the paper, and commence to yell.

An entire poem? Seat to seat, I know I must stay.

I start, and hope my poem is greeted well.

As I further descend in my academic hell.

Finally I pull my pen from a drawer. No delay.

I start, and hope my poem is greeted well.

I think, what story do I tell?