As this poem already says it, weekends are for other things. Sometimes you have so much to do during the week that it leaves no room for other things which also need attention. In my case, it would be poetry writing and writing in general, that I need to work on over the weekend. This is not a great deal, it is something I love to do, so I always find the time on Saturday/Sunday.
Here is one of my latest poems which I'd like to share with you. I wrote it on Saturday morning, the minute I got up. It was a flash of inspiration that hit me, as always suddenly .. :)) So I took a fountain pen that was close and wrote this down.
I'll write it down if it is difficult to read:
Weekends are there for other things,
Which I also have to do.
If you don't know what I talk about
Then I'll give you a little clue.
What is it that I think of
The minute I get up?
"Hooray it is weekend
And I need my morning cup?"
Yes sure, though it's not what I meant.
Something else is often on my mind.
When I open my eyes and turn on the light,
I always look for a pen to find.
Something to write is what I need
Like someone's coffee in a café.
Without it I won't be happy
And cannot start my day.
After this poem I was able to have breakfast. :)
There are days when I don't write and then I feel really grumpy.. it can already be foreseen... I'm deep involved in poetry that not to do it anymore would be just disastrous! I don't want to dare such a moment! :)
I often need to remind myself to write because this year and last year it's been quite different and there are a lot of other things to do that you can easily forget it. Not to forget it .. but you just need a kick in the ass, just like with nanowrimo, you have to show up at your desk at the same time, every day.
It's time for me to get some rest. It's quite late here and tomorrow I get up early and go to work.
Sandra
