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:
This is delightful! I'm still smiling at the middle verse. I'll never look at cows in the same way again.
This is delightful! I'm still smiling at the middle verse. I'll never look at cows in the same way again.
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!
oh linda! you can write anything, and I will love reading it! Want to write out my bills for me??!!
And lovely stragglers they are.
words as cattle. :)
cloudy saturday afternoon
Your "out of words" poem has left me speechless with admiration. Looks like I'm one of many.
Excellently done! If that's poemed out, you'll never be short of words!
Very witty!
So clever - as always - doubt you'll ever come up on the late side OR the short side! Enjoyed!
using your words up...i get that! brilliant!
"poemed out" love it
"used up all your words earlier"
clever and light response to the prompt
i am all smiles !!!! sweet verse :)
Very cool poem :)
I agree, I will never look at cows the same again - love it
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