47: Bad Timing

Passionate is how I feel

About creative writing

Words are dancing in my head

Calling and inviting.

They romp and roll around each other

When I’m underneath the shower

They taunt and tease my brain

Hour after hour.

When I’m driving in my car

With the music playing loud

I’m tapping on the steering wheel

Soaking up the sound.

I listen to the lyrics

Penned by some other bard

Admiring the songs on which

They worked so very hard.

Suddenly the lyrics fade

And all I hear is rhythm

Then in my head new words appear

And everything is different.

Verses flow quick and easy

Appearing as if by magic

Though I cannot write them down

While my wheels turn on their axes.

I wish that I could capture

This outpouring of new rhyme

That occurs when I’m driving

And I haven’t got the time!

Lady Satellite