This is a story without an ending in sight!
Born out of boredom, words share in my plight.
Tirelessly searching for a glimpse of inspiration,
thoughts become scrambled with my perspiration.
Bugger the rhyming, and who really cares less?
Just fill in the gaps, to block random emptiness.
Stuff punctuation, or my inspiration will retard;
forget spell check and treat with high disregard.
What is this that I see? A crazed plan unfolds!
Now there appears, more than one plot to be told.
Just start at the beginning and not at the end,
for fear of no structure, is a creativity bend.
The body of my story, an inspiration perhaps;
who cares if it’s not, I will wear different hats!
Who done it, who did it? The victim and the crime.
The Butler or the Blonde, wait on old Mother Time?
A cutlass, a shotgun, a feather drifts high in the sun,
the Author’s ink, surely laced with a dram of poison.
In summary, we search for hero, heroin or lover!
In truth a distraction, for a life we often smother.
Who cares what you write, just start it today;
then your troubles, I promise, will vanish away.
Finally, that has finished, my confusion shall reign;
I hope this was worth reading, for my literary gain.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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Search for my auto signature © James Irvine (hidden within Poetry Photographs)
See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.