Poet Wannabe

I had to get away.

I just had to.

Away from the shoulds, the whys

And OMGs reported in the news.

I didn't want to be part of all that.

So I drove away.

Packed the camping gear, some food and the dog

And just drove away.

To another world.

Another world with lots of empty spaces,

Spaces large enough to accommodate my world.

In my world, today,

I am a poet. I walk along the river

Gathering the fuel to lay upon the fire.

The fire called Poem.

I imagine I am the author of a book,

Where I describe to some other struggling

Poet Wannabe how I created

My own world-stopping verse.

But the pen stops there.

I had so many plans.

Plans to write, to read, to

Study the work of others

Plans to fill this book

By the end of day 2.

(Where are we? Page 14 so far?)

Then reality set in.

I am the Poet Wannabe.

Naida Lavon

July 16, 2018

Trying to do poetry exercises from the book

Poem Crazy. None of them inspired me.

Just holding the book in my hand, and reading

quotes from other poems does, though!