No Discipline
Two days of blowing it off,
not even an attempt to write a poem
on a spare scrap of paper, surrounded
by new material; the ocean, sand,
long shadows cast behind primeval
rocks as the sun sinks into the
sea, a fireball extinguished by water.
No discipline, only excessive eating;
local fudge, blackberry jam, fish
and chips, killer caramel-brownies.
I arrive home finally, bearing sweet
gifts of dark chocolate walnut fudge,
exquisite caramel-pecan turtles and almond toffee.
I started obsessing that I couldn’t write anymore.
I’d lost my discipline of writing every day.
And then, when I thought he wasn’t looking,
I absently mindedly munched the chocolate
he had left out for himself to eat later,
only to turn my head to see him staring at me.
No discipline, he said.
Two days of blowing it off,
not even an attempt to write a poem
on a spare scrap of paper, surrounded
by new material; the ocean, sand,
long shadows cast behind primeval
rocks as the sun sinks into the
sea, a fireball extinguished by water.
No discipline, only excessive eating;
local fudge, blackberry jam, fish
and chips, killer caramel-brownies.
I arrive home finally, bearing sweet
gifts of dark chocolate walnut fudge,
exquisite caramel-pecan turtles and almond toffee.
I started obsessing that I couldn’t write anymore.
I’d lost my discipline of writing every day.
And then, when I thought he wasn’t looking,
I absently mindedly munched the chocolate
he had left out for himself to eat later,
only to turn my head to see him staring at me.
No discipline, he said.
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2 comments:
Oooooh, it's hard to have discipline with all that good stuff.
I fully understand. A spare scrap of paper is soooooo 20th-century...
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