Thirteen Weeks

I’m not the traditional sort of Bull
Sure, I love my rich food
OK, I adore silk
But schedules
They feel a bit like strait jackets
Or coffins
Without the fun
Bovine inertia sets in
And like Bartleby
I prefer not to
When someone says march
But
If my muses are already waving a shiny golden ball
And toss it into a well
I’m damned if my curiosity
Doesn’t make me dive
And out I come
Brain on fire
Ready to polish a few rough stones
Ready to show a fox a night on the town
Ready to put those together
And launch them down the electronic river
Unless someone bakes cookies first

Song Choice: The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Day 6: Three achievable goals in Thirteen weeks)

22 comments:

  1. "Schedules feel a bit like straight jackets or coffins without the fun." I love this line and the cookies at the end. Fun! ?Your poems are becoming more poetic. How cool is that?! :-)

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  2. This is a fun piece to read, even without the music, you get the sense of mirth and amusement. Love it!

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    1. Thanks! It's always fun to laugh at my own foibles, especially since I know I'll feel terrific once all that writing and editing is finished. :)

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  3. "Strait jackets or coffins without the fun" -- love that phrase!

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    1. That one still makes me laugh too

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  4. I am a Sag and shiny golden balls and cookies are distracting for me, too! This poem was so much fun, Rommy!

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    1. LOL, I am way too distracted for the average Taurus, but I'm hoping my stubborn nature will get me to work on those stories so I can publish for realsies

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  5. Yep...this little fishy struggles with schedules too, but chasing a golden ball would definitely suit me :D XXX

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    1. It is a temptation too great to ignore

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  6. Schedules are a bit difficult on us April girls, methinks. Or it might be just us *sigh*. The coffin and cookies tastes delicious.

    Would love to hear you read this.

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    1. I do have the right sort of petulance in my voice to pull this off :D

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  7. Schedules are work, can't seem to combine with the art of the poem of just art, that's sorta eternal twilight, no start or finish time, I love this one Rommy, and now I will do backwards and absorb the rest of your goodness... So much for schedules or order ;)

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  8. 'OR' just art (not 'of') spellcheck never helps these mistakes DAM YOU SPELLCHECK ;)

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    1. Spell check probably is one of the biggest agents of chaos I know. It's got to be the love child of Loki and Eris

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  9. Ah, just saw the comments, Taurus.... see I was thinking it was a minotaur or bullfrog reference (golden ball) very wonderful, nonetheless, however you interpret the bull...

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    1. As long as it's enjoyed, either way works :)

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  10. Ha, your poem made me laugh and with "...but schedules feel like strait jackets" I happily concure. Cookies will always win in the distraction stakes.

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    1. I've had cookies on the brain a lot as of late

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  11. "Coffins without the Fun". This was full of smiles, Rommy. Just great!

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    1. *grin* Thanks! I am going to make an attempt to hold myself to my goals as scary as that might be. Coffins do sound more fun than editing!

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