Writing vs. Life

(A poem of frustration from a prose writer...)

I think
Life doesn’t listen
Very well.

Life knows full well
That I need oxygen
Water
Writing
Occasional nourishment
And more writing
In order to thrive.

But Life’s
Such a trickster,
Such a knee-slapping
Joker
A maker of hurdles
That silence my pen.

Sometimes
I think
Life doesn’t know me
Very well.

Promote my new book
So it actually sells?
Instead my heart saddens
At the health of
my child
and her child
even as we wait
for a blessed new birthing.

Then I’ve
Paperwork
Scutwork
Invoices
Taxes
Duty prevails,
Muse wilts in a corner.

Mostly
I think
Life doesn’t even notice me
Very well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

May Life allow time for your happy writing ~

Linda