I'm not a poet and don't play one on tv, either.
Unsatisfied
So much potential do I have
Sometimes too blind to see
What others apparently notice
So clearly about me.
Why do I look and wonder
At all the things that must get done
And wonder why at the end of the day
It seems like I've accomplished none.
Though I'm tired and want to rest
The list goes on and on in every season
I can't help but think that something I've forgotten
Procrastination is always a handy reason.
Can I be satisfied with where I'm headed
Not knowing for sure which turns to take
Provided a map I was not and now I wonder
If I missed the directions while wide awake.
Which roads my life will travel
Before it ends I cannot say.
Pieces are missing, this I know
Find them soon I will, I hope and pray.
(c) MMVII Court Jester Productions
Labels: life in general, my poetry
7 Comments:
Poetry with a yoda edge to it ("Find them soon I will") - gotta love it.
did u write this?
Nice. Perhaps it would make a good song?
ag: I suppose
priscilla: yes, I did.
jlee: thanks. I really don't consider it lyrical, though.
Thank you so much for stopping by with well wishes.
Have a wonderful week!
~xo
Lee Ann
you son of the bitch!!! you steal my poet! You steal my poet!
You're more of a poet than you give yourself credit for. Far too humble, you are. Far too humble on your poetic skills - devices included.
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