This poem is inspired by the quotes featured in Suzette’s post at Suzette B’s Blog. Her awesome post features wisdom and humor relating to writers. Visit her site when you have a chance.
Changing careers, a couple of years ago
Leaving the classroom, becoming a writer
Let’s just say, a writer’s living ain’t too full
Dreaming of my name on a bright marquee
Writing alongside . . . Twain and Hemingway
Let’s hope a dim light, stays positive for me
Piling up on my desk, many a “cold” draft
Feeling more like a frosty, Arctic breeze
Who ever said my writing is truly a craft?
Expecting a bonus for my previous posts
Waiting, but no mail, call, or text as of yet
Most of my prose seems read by a ghost
Heading outside to start up the trusty car
Hearing only silence, the battery’s dead
Now must hitch a ride, if it’s not too far
Standing along the road, for hours on end
Being ignored has become a part of my life
A writer now a beggar, all alone in the wind
Returning to my writing, it’s awfully bad
Writing a few minutes, my pen goes dry
A good thing, my mind’s empty and glad
Thinking of returning to my former classroom
Wishing my words would spark a young mind
Then Rebel says, “You came back too soon”
Looking at drafts, growing taller on my desk
Realizing now, editing isn’t really my game
Phantom words wait with patience and rest
Watching outside, realizing I’m truly blessed
Appreciating you, the reader, for stopping by
Just maybe, my writings meet the final test
Sometimes, a crafty writer changes his tune
Words filled with sarcasm, fun to work with
Looking to see you another time, real soon
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