I found myself struggling with thoughts of what I would post today and that’s when I decided to embark on my “ten minute poem project.” The idea is that I give myself only ten minutes to write a poem. Five-to-six minutes to write the content and four-to-five to review what I have, edit, and come up with a title. My hope is to kick perfectionism where it hurts. And hopefully an occasionally good poem may also come from it.
Hoping for Completion
This was meant to make me happy
To free me from my guilt
Instead the silence of the night
And the blinding lamplight
Remind me of everything I have missed
Everything I once wished to be
Like a child still believing in dreams
And the adult shouting
“This is the real life, honey.
Nothing, and I mean nothing
And so I return to the work
Hoping for completion
In the dark
On my own
Awaiting my minute
That moment when I will be free.