A poem I wrote using the single word "excuses" prompt for a holiday dinner with the Burlington Writer's Workshop Middlebury Chapter.
Excuses.
Excuses?What? I don't get it.
I'm too tired.
Excuses.
Nah. I've got other things to do.
I'll do it later.
Excuses.
It's later. Shit. I wanna read.
Now I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Excuses.
I'll work on it in the morning...
Or maybe on my lunch break.
Excuses.
I thought of some good lines in the shower. Now I don't remember what they were.
Excuses.
Damn it. More good lines in the car driving to work.
Excuses.
I ate too much. I can't move.
Excuses.
Now I know there was something I was supposed to do. If only I could remember what it was...
Excuses.
I'll just wing it.
Excuses.
I don't want to. Not anymore. I have no inspiration to write about excuses...
Excuses.
I don't understand the point. What is it again?
Excuses.
I don't have easy access to anything to write with.
Excuses.
I was born 2 weeks past my due date so because I came into the world late, I am inherently late to everything.
It is astounding how I'm always with excuses of not have done something or so! Reality nicely put in words.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the feedback. I never really thought about using excuses as a prompt until it was given to me, and then it just started flowing.
ReplyDeleteAll of these sound like the "old" me. I'm really trying to better though! Great poem! And that quote is soooooo accurate!
ReplyDeleteGrowth is always painful and difficult, but in the end it's a good thing!
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