And once again I find myself without
The inspiration to write gold. I search
For something meaningful so I can shout
“I’m worthy of this challenge!” So I lurch
From word to word, conjure up one more rhyme,
I need to keep momentum one more week,
Complete the challenge, write the fourteen lines
That make these sonnets fit the form. I seek
Important themes and feelings, not just trash
To fill the page, to finish what I start.
It might be easier if there were cash
At the end of the line. I’ll find the heart
To make the last eight poems say as much
As the first twenty one, regain my touch.