A very sorry ode. The poem you write when your brain is drained. OctPoWriMo Poetry Prompt Day 3, Sparkle. (I will do better by you “sparkle” when I sparkle more.)

 

Most days sparkle

Even gray ones

Streetlights reflecting rain

Nothing sparkles now.

 

Wit concrete-dense

Creativity glued by Elmer

Songs stopped strumming

Fatigue defaces, erases

 

I trace letters

String words

Whittle ideas

Brain says: sleep.

 

I’ll give you a dream

It will sparkle, you’ll sparkle

In the morning everything will sparkle

Sleep, dream, stars, dear, firmament

 

In the morning,

You can write your joy.

 

end 10/3/2016 (2)

S. Darlington