6:26
I sit here at my desk
thinking what will I do
with five minutes to write something
that sure is new
It's a hot day in August
as I sit here and type
I've never before timed myself
so may end up with tripe
The air conditioner is humming
That constant sure drone
that's all I am hearing
I'm finally alone
I know that this poem
is not going to make any sense
But then again I feel
Like I'm up on a fence
How can I write with out any topic
It seems almost impossible
for me to do that ,
I am confessing, is that admissible
I'm almost at the end of my allotted time
I think I've completed
What I've had to do
So there you go my time is depleted.
6:31


Comments: 33
inconstant heart
The air conditioner is humming//That constant sure drone… I love how these lines make me think of hummingbirds and bees. I thought this to be an adorable freewrite and I commend you for the enjoyable outcome of your effort.
Marilyn
But sometime that 5 minutes of peace and quiet alone, can be pure joy, or feel like hours of anticipation. Depending on the circumstances.