Scratching Beard, Holding Head
Scratching Beard, Holding Head
Toing and froing getting little things done
Lazing around watching daytime TV
Temporarily caught up in the glitz and the glamour
Classic literature sitting on the shelf
Waiting to be read, I remind myself
Time flies by imperceptibly
I Scratch my beard and hold my head
What was it? That needed to be said
Was it correcting the law?
Or EU referendum detachment
Exchange rate ignorance or current affairs despondency
My neglected literary pen is calling
Encouragement for job list is stalling
Like cheerful conversation at a rainy day funeral
A subject arrives unexpected
Frustrated and bewildered by an incomplete idea
I dream then remonstrate with myself
No inspiration leaping off the shelf
The February sun shines beautifully through the window
Dissatisfied I ponder, chin in hand
Savouring the constant poetic dilemmas
Is it worth the effort every time?
If it has rhythm, does it have to rhyme?
Time flies by imperceptibly
I Scratch my beard and hold my head
What was it? That needed to be said
Stuart Clark 18/02/16
M.C. Newberry
Sun 3rd Apr 2016 16:38
I'm sure there are many who identify with the theme of
this well-put observation of how inspiration can fail in
the midst of a humdrum existence. I like the use of
the rhyming last two lines as it progresses...although I'm
slightly confused by the construction of -
"What was it? That needed to be said." - wondering more
along the concept of "What was it that needed to be said?"
which continues the "indecisive" theme of the concept.
But that's a personal interpretation.