I’m prolific,
It’s terrific,
Ideas pouring out!
Can’t conceive,
Or believe,
I had any doubts.
Yesterday my pen refused,
To scribble on the page,
I’d begun to hunker down,
Submit to middle age.
I thought I had nothing to say,
The world would want to hear,
Worried I’d be criticised,
Now somehow, I don’t care.
With this subtle shift in attitude,
My morning habits have changed,
Leaping out of bed,
I cannot wait to hit the page.
Snuggle into my favourite chair,
Mohair on my knee,
Mind is quiet, brain is full,
Wrapped in poetry.
Now when I sit down to write,
I do it just for love,
I’m prolific,
It’s terrific,
And that is good enough
© Lisa Nimmo 23/05/2019
