These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last
much longer yet, they’re all I have to keep the pages
on the screen prescribed with glowing words, my favoured antidote
to weak and skulking weariness; the cups of strong black coffee
can distress an empty stomach used to tea especially in the morning.
I ask myself, why such a thankless task? A thousand poems?
At one each other day that’s 5.49 years, and who would care
– much less, perhaps, notice, should I fail? Yes I will prevail,
with deference to the quality of written word, and if you sense
a diminution in the power my words project, why then protest!
I would be thankful just for that. To know you’d take a cane to shoddy work
would add the spice that’s needed in this lonely quest.
But did you know the hardest part is hours just sitting
on my arse, a nearly numb, and I suspect
potentially rebellious bum.
© I.D. Carswell
(Ivan Donn Carswell)
More Poetry from Ivan Donn Carswell:
Ivan Donn Carswell Poems based on Topics: Literature, Power, Morning, Poetry, Work & Career, Coffee, Quality- Your noble reign (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
- Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
- Gravestone (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
- Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
- Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
- What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Morning Poems, Power Poems, Literature Poems, Work & Career Poems, Poetry Poems, Coffee Poems, Quality PoemsBased on Keywords: add, glowing, pages, screen, needed, notice, nearly, prevail, carswell, quest, especially