Some poems take multiple passes, a lot of tinkering and thought, to take the shape of something I'd dare share with the world. Others just kind of flow out of the pen onto the page and I like them just as they are.
This week, it's the latter. This Untitled Inspiration Poem just poured out recently as I stood in my kitchen one afternoon. Yeah, it has a touch of cliché to it, but there's nothing wrong with a little verbal remix, especially when it works rhythmically. Which I think it does, and it's my podcast and no one who listens to this thing has ever commented that my sense of rhythm is off (or commented much of anything, 'sup?), but I digress. I'm also doing something different with this week's show notes. Since this poem isn't typed up anywhere and it's a shorter work, I'm putting the text of the poem into these show notes. Check the bottom for the poem.
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The poems will continue to flow, but so must the Justice.
Untitled Inspirational Poem
If you're waiting for
a better, more unfettered
time
Do not decline to act
instead attack and say
"seize the day"
(carpe diem)
See them, all the things
you're waiting on
Take them on
Put upon your shoulders
the mantle of action
for inaction breeds the like
To psych yourself out of a taste
Leaving naught but
sour grapes
