This poem was written because of an exercise my mother suggested when I complained about writer’s block. I was given a mood for the poem and nine random words. It was harder than I thought it would be lol.
Vocabulary list: knee, resent, recognize, eloquent, domain, reciprocity, elegance, delegate, kaput.
My right knee twitches when I am nervous.
I resent this outward display of my inner turbulence,
yet, I recognize that it is normal to fear
to feel anxiety…
Yet ever am I surprised when my typically eloquent
Self-assuredly elegant pen
deteriorates to bumbling, stumbling
Um, like, you know?
Everything becomes a question,
as if I am no longer capable of making a statement?
As if my mind has decided to go on vacation
delegating control of mouth and pen to toenails.
All I can do is thank heaven, there is no reciprocity.
Yet I often find, my fears
of spontaeneous combustion, of explosion into
a pile of singed clothing on the floor
vanquished, finito, kaput
Faux pas launched to obscurity,