Day 12 of National Poetry Month. This is also tax season! A very busy time for me. As a result, I’ve found that the only free time I’ve had to do my draft poems in the last couple of days has been on my subway ride to work. The subway (if I have a seat) is actually one of my favorite places to work. It is one place where you really can’t multi-task. Someone else is doing the driving and your handheld computer/smart phone doesn’t work. And, yet, if you are like me, you can always find something else to distract you, something to keep you from writing a really great poem! See below.
That One’s Taken
On subway mornings, I try to write,
to jot down something new and bright.
My brain fills with a melody,
however, most unfortunately,
it’s not composed by me at all,
but from some Broadway musical.
Worse still, I find I’m doomed to hear
the jangling in another’s ear.
Their iPod’s turned up way too loud;
they’re making music for the crowd.
Though that’s just what I long to do–
to be heard by more than one or two–
my spoken tune, my thoughtful rhyme,
some memorable (I hope) line–
I cannot think for all the din,
the pre-played music out and in,
and when I try to write a poem,
I’m stuck in someone else’s song.
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