Saturday, December 20, 2008

Late for Sunday Scribblings

Too Late

I’m poemed out.
It’s late in the school
day and I used
all my words already
in earlier classes.

They were bunched
up like cattle waiting
to be let out into a field
after a long, cold winter.
And when I picked up
my pencil, the gate
swung open
and they gamboled
down my arm,
and stretched
out on the clean
pasture of my paper

leaving me empty.
I close and lock
the fence, put my
notebook away,
and smile wryly
at these stragglers.

14 comments:

rosey said...

This is delightful! I'm still smiling at the middle verse. I'll never look at cows in the same way again.

rosey said...

This is delightful! I'm still smiling at the middle verse. I'll never look at cows in the same way again.

Granny Smith said...

I am not only poemed out, I am just plain out of words - spoken or written. Mine have fled to parts unknown. You expressed it so well!

Lucy said...

oh linda! you can write anything, and I will love reading it! Want to write out my bills for me??!!

BJ Roan said...

And lovely stragglers they are.

latree said...

words as cattle. :)

cloudy saturday afternoon

Tash said...

Your "out of words" poem has left me speechless with admiration. Looks like I'm one of many.

anthonynorth said...

Excellently done! If that's poemed out, you'll never be short of words!

Mad Kane said...

Very witty!

Tumblewords: said...

So clever - as always - doubt you'll ever come up on the late side OR the short side! Enjoyed!

Jennifer Hicks said...

using your words up...i get that! brilliant!

gel said...

"poemed out" love it

"used up all your words earlier"
clever and light response to the prompt

Pretty Me!! said...

i am all smiles !!!! sweet verse :)

Tanya Gwen Minnick said...

Very cool poem :)
I agree, I will never look at cows the same again - love it

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