The very first line is all I need.
From there I can fly with incredible speed
as words just appear and fall into place.
I can fill a page all in the space
of a minute or two, line after line,
meter and rhyme, what a lovely design.
Writing a poem is not a hard task.
Just sit down to write and continue to ask:
“What in the world shall I write today?
A sonnet, a jingle, just let the words play
and see how they fall on my clean, white page.
It’s the poet’s conundrum, age after age.”
So here I sit. It’s dark outside.
Please let it be known, I really tried
to create a poem that soars with the dawn,
but my mind is so cloudy; excuse that big yawn.
It’s not beneath me to beg and to plead:
a first line is crucial so I can proceed.
Do you happen to have a first line or two?
I’ll be forever indebted to you.
Sonoran Desert Writer 