Multiply, Magnify, Quarrel and Spar
When the muse and I are meeting,
the tryst is often fleeting;
instead of loving and kissing, we spend time sparring,
and soon it’s her I’m missing and my poem I’m marring;
weary, bleary, all fagged out;
toppled, knocked-down, then dragged-out.
I want to feel better
like a real go-getter
but she ends up catting and hatting,
and I end up calling her out
Am I sinning
or am I winning?
My clarity is thinning
as my poem I’m (re)beginning,
and she just sits there in the corner, smirking, grinning.
Feeling snoozy and woozy after a catnap intermission,
sleepy but not weepy as I plan my word-sedition,
it seems so fitting
that I’m still here sitting
weaving a doubled webbing
as the day’s last hours are ebbing,
but the warp and the woof of my threadbare woven words
come apart under hoof, under fingerpecks like birds;
and the slighted, put-off muse seizes my cloth
and eats holes and hollows in it like a moth.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that incorporates the idea or at least presence of doubles.
Wonderful, loved it
Thank you, Ms. Audrey C! Appreciate your visit and your comment. I’m behind in my blog visits, but I’ll make it over to your blog very soon!
Ha, great. I really hate it when the poem isn’t going well and all the phrases in my head flit away as i’m writing them down leaving great holes in my poem!
Thanks, Liz! Seriously–some of my best work has vanished that way…or so I tell myself. 😉
I feel like sometimes I procrastinate when working on an art project or a blog post. I can relate to this poem quite well.
Definitely! Procrastination can be doom…when it’s not marination and perspective. 🙂
Loved it, especially about the moth.
Ooh, I’m glad you like that part! That part came as a gift. Well, it all did, but that part sort of magically presented itself.