To all writers, everywhere, who have no time to write – poem

 

To all writers, everywhere, who have no time to write – poem

Now is the time of the black and white sketch

Never a time to do oils

Now is the time of the unrhymed verse

Condensed into coils and coils of

Thought that

Go down in a hurry

Don’t worry about writing novels

No time

 

Now is the time

Now

Do your sketch, you poor wretch,

Write your verse, keep it terse,

Stir your soup,

Nurse the croup,

Fix the tire,

Stoke the fire,

Do your job,

Feed the mob,

Milk the cow,

Pen the sow,

Get the door,

Wash the floor,

Sew that seam,

Whip the cream,

Grate the cheese,

Shell the peas,

Count the cash,

Stir the hash,

Clean the bath,

Clear the path,

Frost the cake,

Boil the hake,

Kiss it better,

Find that sweater,

Pay that bill,

Mind the till,

But keep thinking, keep

Thinking,

Keep thinking.

 

© 2006 Pene Beavan Horton