
It took 24 days,
but finally,
I don’t want
to write a poem.
It’s not unusual
in a run of 30 days
during the April
month to have
such a feeling
sooner or later.
Nothing appeals:
the prompt doesn’t
interest, the mind
is tired, or, in my
case, unsettled,
distracted; What IS
unusual, is the
intensity of my
resistance today.
I just don’t want
to do it. I don’t want
to write a poem.
I love this! Resistance can be so strong and I love that you wrote about it.
Thank you, Bridgette. I appreciate that.