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.