Tag: BJE

Uninspired

Writer’s Block

This must be a Monday,
I have nothing clever to say.
Don’t give this a second look.
My mind is but an open book.

I’ve been spending all this time,
Just to find some words to rhyme.
My head is feeling very dense.
The words don’t really make much sense.

Tomorrow is another day.
I’m sure my mind will be OK.
I will have a great work of art.
At least I’ll have another start.

It’s A Dog’s Life

A dog, throughout the hours.

Rocky

You don’t understand me at all.

Hey! Listen to me!
I’m trying to tell you something important.
I forgot.

Time to go out.
Why am I in the yard?
Time to come in.

I’m starving.
Wow. I’m full.
Is there more?

Skritch me.
Skritch me.
Why are you touching me?

Stranger! Stranger! Stran.. Oh, it’s Mom.
I’m sleepy.

Stranger! Stranger! Stran.. Oh, it’s Dad.
I’ll finish my nap.

Time to go out.
Nevermind.
Cleanup on aisle three.

I’m just a bit hungry.
Why did you wake me up?
Is there food?

Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad?
Nevermind.

Grandma said you have to share your steak.
I’m waiting.
This slipper tastes like steak, I think.

Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?
Nevermind.

I’m starving again.
Not now, I’m napping.

Can I have a snack?

The Owl’s Song

Editor’s Note: Blind John Ellsworth is dedicated to animal welfare, and wants all pets to be safe. So, it pains him to see reports of neighbors “losing” pets because they are left outside unattended — or worse, are “outside” pets. So, here’s a reminder.

There is a majestic old owl.
He patrols when the skies are black.
I thought he was looking for Tootsie-Pops,
But I think he’s looking for a snack.

When the wind is low,
Behind my bungalow.
I can hear the owl’s song.
If you know it, sing along.

Who let the dogs out?
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Burp.

Topics

Topics can be hard to find,
So, every day, I abuse my mind.
Some days are better than others.

Plus, I’m not at sea this year,
With all those topics I hold dear,
So I have to look around my office.

Sigh.

What rhymes with “clutter”?

There is so much clutter,
I heard her mutter.
Her words went through me,
Like a knife through butter.

Sigh.

Maybe I can find a topic on Groupon.

NaPoWriMo

It’s April! Time to start writing poetry! Every year, I try to accomplish the goal of NaPoWriMo – write one poem a day for a month. This year, I actually have a couple of days head start, because this week has been fruitful.

It’s interesting trying to write on a regular schedule with a self-imposed deadline (I was going to post here daily – haha!) but poetry can be much easier than prose, because all you need is one line (“I am an Irish Pirate, I drink Guinness every night”), and then you work around it. With prose, you have to have a (relatively) coherent thought, which is much more difficult.

So, I think this is year three for me (have to go back and check.) I won’t be on a ship during the month this year, so there should be much fewer works about the sea.

Two down, twenty-eight to go!

 

Thirty

Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November.

Thirty days hath NaPoWriMo.

Thirty poems is a lot.
Thirty good poems may be a bit much to ask.

I may have to go edit a few,
To make them more coherent.
Some, to make them coherent at all.

Thirty has one more meaning.
For the press (old school),
You will see -30- in articles.
It means “The End.”

-30-

(see you next year, or when the fever strikes.)