A Lament
Alas for the student plagued by writer's block, woe betide me!
Not wanting to write a silly villanelle, and yearning to see the sun,
And my parents, commenting "a beautiful day outside," won't let me be.
To the muse, I send a hopeless, desperate, and unanswered plea,
The assignment calls for two poems, but please grant me just one.
Alas for the student plagued by writer's block, woe betide me!
The singing birds, and shining sun - golly whiz gee…
Tempt me to give it all up and seek the unattainable fun,
And my parents, commenting "a beautiful day outside," won't let me be.
Like the elves of Tolkien call for the havens across the sea,
I beg for the inspiration, the "eureka" that's on the run.
Alas for the student plagued by writer's block, woe betide me!
No story, no stanzas rest upon my lips: la-dee dee-dee!
My mind registers a blank, no rhyme, no simile, no pun.
And my parents, commenting "a beautiful day outside," won't let me be.
At length my muse returns to her perch, and I can see more clearly -
The concluding stanza, at last! Perhaps, though I dare not hope, the battle is won.
Alas for the student plagued by writer's block, which is no longer me,
And my parents, commenting "a beautiful day outside," will finally let me be.
Author Note: I know you're so curious to know the consciousness behind this poem, so I'm going to tell you! (Actually, I'm doing this more for my sake.) I was attempting to write a villanelle to replace my crappy Chaos poem (which I posted on this site anyway) and my father (bless him!) interrupted me. Out came this poem, totally of its own accord.