The Odyssey Online
Today is the day when time and tide have waited not,
Writing has taken a back seat, I have quite lost the
plot.
Even if I wanted, I could not have written a page,
Nevertheless, I do need my plight to assuage;
The day is done, the night is coming to an end
Yet, I will mourn if I do break the trend.
The words begin to come forth, my pen starts to move,
Whirling within my head, each idea in its groove,
Even if I wanted to, I could not stop the unending flow
Nine times out of ten, my imagination puts on a show.
The poem seems to write itself, acrostic all the way,
Yes, now I pause to sleep; tomorrow’s another day.
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