When? What day?

A Poem on a Wednesday
By Bryande Angela Murray

I decided this Wednesday, that I’d write a poem,
But I’m having a difficult time.

See I started this once, but then I just erased it,
I ran out of words that would rhyme,

With the things I was saying, the message was off,
And the timing it wasn’t quite right.

So I had to start over, and I HATE starting over,
Cause it feels like there’s no fix in sight.

When the very first thought I had, seemed to inspire,
I should have just kept right along.

But then I got distracted, behind, lost my place,
And the words started coming all wrong.

So, now I am here, wondering what I should do,
Saying ‘How can I salvage this piece?”

I could set it aside I ‘spose, simply forget it,
And wait for the moment to cease;

Where I’m blocked and unable, to put on the table,
A poem that is worthy and grand.

Til the letters like music, played straight from the heart,
Leave my mind and flow straight through my hand.

So I’m just gonna do that, there’s no other choice,
I am leaving this “poem” deal behind.

Cause I just couldn’t find the right way to get started,
‘Guess a poem must not be on my mind.

writing on writing

How does one write about writing?
When there really is so much to say.
When saying, most often means speaking,
But the words on the page, they just lay.

To write about writing would mean then,
To put words on a page that is blank.
Then describe all the things that entail it,
And do so in a matter that’s frank.

Now I look at what just has appeared here,
And I wonder what more can be said.
Though this so far is not about writing,
Rather things as they go through my head.

So it’s back onto writing, (my topic),
Which I move to at this very line.
You see writing is like picking flowers,
You just stroll through and pick words that shine.

The ones that stand out at the moment,
Perhaps tend to be leaning your way,
Most often the words that you’ve chosen,
Get across what you’re trying to say.

Once again this dilemma concerns me,
Because words on a page have no sound.
And speaking or saying most surely,
Is quite different and often profound.

See, words on a page may lack context,
Enunciation, inflection and tone.
They may come across quite a bit different,
When they’re left to be read on their own.

While speaking conveys the whole message,
Rather clearly and just as it sounds.
To make words on a page, talk in just the same way,
Is a challenge to most, I have found.

So when writing on writing remember,
That your message does not have a voice.
A perspective for sure, an engaging allure,
How you put things is simply your choice.

If you mean it, then MEAN IT, already!
Add the touches that give it pizazz.
Punctuation, you see, just between you and me,
Can hold all of the context it has.

Be bold when you want, or italic,
When you’re getting your rhythm just right.
Add a … (dot) when you trail off a lot,
And parenthesis for added insight.

To me writing on writing seems simple,
Cause this simple act’s happening right now.
And to think when I started, although somewhat lighthearted,
My very first question was, “How?”

By Bryande Murray