I don’t even pretend to be a poet, but allow me to share this thought:

No Excuses

I’ve got the kids, the dog and the cat

The TV and radio, noises like that

But I tune it all out when I sit in my chair

In order to write like there’s nobody’s there.

 

Daytimes are madness: storms on the sea

Ships in foul weather, crew mutiny.

Trains in collision, pileups with cars

Black holes of reason, exploding stars

 

Children, animals, customer kings

Workers, bosses, multi-task things

Paper and phones, gossip and news

Headaches, backaches and shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes.

 

Leaving at sunrise.  Home after dark

To blazing crescendo as soon as I park

It’s homework and talk, make sure everyone’s fed

Walk the dog, pet the cat, and put all to bed

 

Then at last there’s a moment when quiet descends

Like snow on Christmas Eve.

 

And I thank God because of that one special chair

Where I sit and I write like there’s nobody’s there.