Vows
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
My muse will find me
But for now
While I put pen to paper
I remain uninspired,
Dry, come to naught.
I must refill the well,
Go out into Nature,
Take the world into my soul.
I'm almost ready to give up
On this project of a month.
30 days of poems.
But I'm stubborn and don't
Give up easily.
Even if the commitments
To myself are the ones
I break the most often,
Still I owe myself.
I owe myself to try,
Try to write every day.
I've neglected the pen
And the paper far too long.
But I'm wedded to it.
I'm not giving up,
On this marriage.
September 19, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-10-01 at 02:15
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