Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Afflicted

I have a certain way with words
or so some people say
‘but poetry is for the birds’
the thought they don’t relay

but I must keep on penning it
for it’s a damned disease
that won’t allow the ill to quit
until their last dry wheeze.

9 comments:

Shirley said...

Well, I just hope for our sake you don't find the cure!

Carrie Burtt said...

You have such a beautiful affliction...like Shirley said we don't want you to find the cure.
Always enjoy your poetry. :-)

Robert Lloyd said...

A sickness that there are no meds to cure. For once pills cant solve this and thats ok!! Great poem thank you for sharing.

Dimps said...

Hello Bob,

I love this disease :)
Nice lines...
"but I must keep on penning it
for it’s a damned disease"

Regards,
Dimps

rch said...

I figured this may strike a chord with those similarly afflicted ;)

Jingle said...

http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/agreement-between-jingle-and-thursday-poets-rally-participants/

I host Thursday Poets Rally,
Rally week 25 will be on July 21, 2010,
please read the post via the link carefully and make a decision, if you signed in, then come to Rally week 25 by commenting under my post...
let me know what you think.
love your creative mind here,
u rock!

rch said...

Hi Jingle, thanks a lot but I barely have time to do what I do now, but I'm sure we'll interact through Poet's United.

SoulyLove said...

I think every "true" poet feels this way.

rch said...

Thanks SL, I checked out your blog and am loving it, will add you to my links later when I get home.