CB (May 3,1962 / United States)

Six Minutes

Six minutes until the turn of the clock.
Five minutes until I must get up.
Four minutes to muse and delight myself.
Three minutes to ponder the nature of self-
Two minutes to groan that it's not enough.
One minute to let the poem sort itself.
Six minutes is for one poem full enough.

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Comments (2)

dear Charlotte, poetry isn't about time restrictions, it's about letting the invisible forces that take you pen, or fingers on the keyboard, to a journey of creation.
It seems you accomplished this poem in this short length of time. Enjoyed this.