I don’t even pretend to be a poet, but allow me to share this thought:
No ExcusesI’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.