Inevitably during NaPoWriMo there comes a day when the theme of my poem is how I just can't write a poem today. Just over half way through the challenge, it seems appropriate that today be that day. We were tasked with tumbling (or Skeltonic) verse today. Beneath a blue sky
I wonder why As cars drive by, Geese honk and fly, However I try I cannot concentrate Nor think straight. In such a state Of distraction, I can't gain traction. My mind lacks action Working with a fraction Of my usual focus, Each thought a crocus. Hocus Pocus! Here then not Then left to rot. Was there a plot? I quite forgot. Well, off I trot. That's all I've got. It's not so hot, But at least I could jot Something down.
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