My Wandering Mind

 My Wandering Mind
















Whenever I try to write a poem,

My hand doesn’t let me at all.

Let’s scroll through our phone-(just a minute!),

Every time I begin to write, it says.

Strangely, my fingers let go of my pen,

Neglecting the fresh page in my notebook,

Knowing this minute will turn into hours.

Struggling to move my hand away,

Yay! After an hour and a half,

Finally, I’ve started to write something,

Gosh! I’ve written a poem somehow!



Poetry form: Link'n

  • An 11-line stanzaic poem
  • Topic: Something funny or comedic
  • Non-rhyming
  • 6 to 10 syllables per line
Poem published in Penmancy: https://penmancy.com/my-wandering-mind

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