THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.
I sat quizzing myself for days at end.
I found myself staring at the darkness,
For inspiration was what I was trying to fend.
I looked through the mountains
I skimped through the views
I jogged through the memories,
Still couldn't find my muse.
As days passed by, so did my hope.
Smothered with worry,
I saw my chance slipping down the slope.
After days wasted searching in vain
Came the deadline,
and brought with itself agony and pain.
I scribbled, as if my life depended on it
For it did.
Fifteen minutes before the deadline,
Head berried in the device
I wrote a poem about why I couldn't write a poem before
And I think, it turned out fine.
I sat quizzing myself for days at end.
I found myself stairing at the darkness,
For inspiration was what i was trying to fend.
I looked through the mountains
I skimped through the views
I jogged through the memories,
Still couldn't find my muse.
As days passed by, so did my hope.
Smothered with worry
I saw my chance slipping down the slope.
After days wasted searching in vain
Came the deadline,
and brought with itself agony and pain.
I scribbled, as if my life depended on it
For it did.
15 minutes before the deadline,
Head burried in the device
I wrote a poem about why i couldn't write a poem before
And i think, it turned out fine.
But that's for the judges to decide.