The Worst Poem Ever
That's Right...This Pic Has Nothing To Do With The Poem!
Trying Not To Write A Poem That Rhymes
Today I took some time to rest.
I thought that this would be best.
Oh shoot, I rhymed when I said I would not.
This may be hard. I guess I forgot.
There I go again—whatever—back to the point. (Look, this one does not rhyme!)
I took the day off and didn't schedule my time.
I decided not to plan but just to do what comes to mind.
The only problem is that I feel antsy and want to write.
But I told myself I'd take a break and just have an "off" night.
I wanted to play a game with my husband but he was tired and took a nap.
Now I'm sitting here, on the couch, trying not to rhyme, and feel like a sap.
Can I only write about things that are deep and profound and complex?
Can I rest without writing? Write without rest? Escape the magnetism of all this text?
If I'm not writing what I'm thinking then I'm thinking about what I'd like to be writing.
Is all of this effort to rest and do nothing worth the effort, discomfort, and the fighting?
I'd rather be writing.
And By The Way...
I recommend writing something just as poor as this to all you perfectionists out there! It helps you get it out of your system. :-)