25 years, 20 days - Bad day for writing

by Jason Wardell

It’s a bad day for writing.

The sun’s out, but there’s
a whisper of autumn in
the breeze, cool and
gently playing with the
lightly yellowing leaves
in the trees

and the girls
smile under parasols,
hair falling over glasses,
a friendly give and take,

so I sequester myself
between pages of books.

But the sun follows me
across town, dropping
hints of cardamom and
jasmine in through the
vents, livening conversation
between new friends

and old loves,
a child takes a bite from
a piece of cake as large
as his smile, and the room
resounds with a human
music in jubilation, but
it’s my teeth that ache,

and headphones won’t take
that song from my head.

I want a good day, a storm,
hailstones in the street,
bitter coffee grounds
force-fed to the writers
grinning in the cold,
until we write manic,
churning out anguish
the way we’re supposed to.

But the sun’s out today.
Everyone’s happy

and no good ever came of that.


Posted on 08/27/2009
Copyright © 2021 Jason Wardell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 08/28/09 at 03:24 AM

this is awesome. especially the last 3 stanzas. your imagery is so rich. and i know exactly what you mean, too. storms write the best poetry.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/29/09 at 03:53 AM

A lovely smelling warmth from this, thanks.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/02/09 at 04:34 PM

Nice, light, teasing tone to this and loved these lines - "bitter coffee grounds force-fed to the writers grinning in the cold,"

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