When your creative well is dry you'll resort to mud if that's all you have


Sittin In The Basement With Cold Feet

I'm sittin in the basement with cold feet
I'm reading some poems that are really neat
I want to write some too but I can find a beat
cause I'm so distracted by my cold feet

I've tried a few lines but they're pretty bland
None sound new, they all seem canned
Lord won't you inspire me and give me a hand
My feet are cold and these lines won't stand

Now my toes are icy and I still can't write
Maybe I'll stop for a minute and fix myself a bite
But procrastination won't fly this kite
So I'll just rub my toes and write for spite

Well I've been in the basement since quarter past two
I've written some words into a poem for you
My nose is running and my feet are blue
But I learned spell dictionary and thesaurus too




Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-02-09 at 05:33

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Jessica Rexroat
Oh that cold basement ---- your feet may have been cold, but it seems your writing ability wasn't.
2007-02-10


Amanda K
you did write this poem so how come u say u can't write something new. by the way, what you are expressing here is my situation didn wirte latelt and am sad and afraid to lose it but can't push.
2007-02-10


Kathy Lockhart
Cold Feet + Writer's block = Clever Poetry
You are on a roll down there in that frigid basement. One suggestion. Don't put any socks on and write some more.
2007-02-09