Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 345 | A lingering poem
Not keeping up gives the sensation of rushing
But it means – even if you’re running – that you’re going too slow
I’m being driven by Wednesday poetry prompts
Or I’m being drug behind Wednesdays that come
And go too quickly
There goes another one.
I stand near, almost lunging,
Trying to find the rhythm like a game of double-dutch
I have to work my plan to be
Engaging and keyword rich
Content is King; Schedule is Queen
Keeping up means jumping in, even when I haven’t quite found the rhythm
There’s a lot of stumbling and starting again
You haven’t seen a bit of it.
You’ve spent the whole time …
*I know you're not waiting on my posts, but it made a brilliant punchline, no?