The Feeling Passed

I don't know how
To begin this poem
Even though I'm home
Inside my lair
Where I can cease to care
About anything else
Than the goodly words

But try as I might
I cannot write
A damn beginning
Or couldn't for a moment
As I started once
Then started again
Until I found my stride
As poet's pride
Demands of me
That I bring the poetry
And bring it fast
As I race myself past
The empty page
On my goodly stage

I thought I lost some words
That I wrote but hard last night
As I was out
And my connection
To the helpful web
With Lappity Q Top
Is sadly weak
And prone to failing
Which is fill of suck 
Like what the fuck
But such is what it is

Only them those words
That I thought lost
Were written here
And they were saved
Like oh my god
Saving words
As soon as they're writ
Holy shit
I didn't think
That this could be done

I kid of course
Because there are those places
Where the saving is
As natural as the air we breathe
Though hard it is believe
When word and the like
Say we can't do that
You gotta hit the button
So don't bitch at us
When you get lost in your writing
And shit doth happen
And it powers down
When you least expect it

But knowing now
That it'll be saved
It makes me happy yes
But changes not a thing
If I can't return
I'll have to move along
And begin again
Like I did last night
As I needed to write
A goodly sum of words
As ever the quest
To be the best 
That I can be
Is still served  by poetry
When I feel it well
As I usually do

I didn't know how
To begin this poem
Written at home
But the feeling passed
And I wrote like a pro
Though I've yet to know
That sweet good feeling
And may sadly not
Like never not ever
I can dream

In any event
I keep on writing
Just because
It's a part of me
In prose and poetry
I'm gonna write
And even draw
Until I can't no more
Until I can't no more indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
08-17-19

Time
12:24-13:59=95 Minutes

Word Count

380