HOUR ELEVEN
POEM # 11
24 HOUR
POEM
MARATHON
NO WORDS TODAY
Where are my words today?
Strange I have nothing to say.
My mind a blur and a blank,
No reason to stop at the bank.
I’m silent and unable to speak,
Sit in my chair hear it squeak.
Is this the end of my rhyme?
Words finally run out of thyme!
Have my words decided to rest?
Were they 100% my very best?
Words flowed when I rambled,
Now jumbled and scrambled.
Do I pay for even one thought?
For words bargained or bought?
Anyone got one gigantic hint?
Has my words run out of print?
Could this be the absolute end?
No words left to give or send
Please show me what to do.
Write words for me and you.
Written by Carl Mann
The kurlman
6-13-2015
I thought the wordplay/mistakes were funny and I think you could include even more. They work for this poem.
ex:
“Words finally run out of thyme!”
“Has my words run out of print?”
mdoerner, Thanks for your comment! I didn’t know anybody had read my poems. I like to be critiqued, it makes me a better writer. The kurlman