“An idle mind seems to make for an idle imagination, in my experience. If you want something done, entrust it to a busy person. If you want innovation ask an active thinker.” – I’m not sure who originated this line of thought, perhaps you can let me know, in the comments, but the wording came from somewhere inside my noggin 🙂
Desperate to bump my writers slump, I finally decided to hop in the car, and go for a ride. I combined my errands, with a bizzare scavenger hunt. My quest? A voyage of discovery, or at the very least, inspiration.
Maybe I should have tuned in to Chopin instead of the Country Western station, ’cause this here poem seems to be cryin’ out for a twangy guitar riff and a Hank Williams impersonator, but at least I managed to write something, right? 😉
Holy Molly, I’m over the moon!
My baby just told me she’ll be home, real soon.
There’s a jig in my step and i can’t erase,
This foolish grin, plastered, over my face.
That might seem needy, but its been a while,
We’ll be laughing it up and partying in style.
So, plan a parade, strike up the band.
I got me a ring, ‘gonna ask for her hand.
I’m no gourmet, but I rustle some eats.
Don my best rags and polish my cleats.
Halfway convinced that this aint no big deal,
I pose for the mirror and practise my spiel.
When she walks through the door though, she isn’t alone.
This dude is a, tall, swarthy, George Clooney clone.
A cousin? A brother? I, silently, pray!
Then she smiles and caresses her tall fiance.
©2016 – Clifton J. Lewis