7.2 - That Feeling
That Feeling I am looking for,
It brightens up my day.
Not all the trouble in the world
Can make it go away.
That Feeling is so wonderful.
I get it when I read.
Not Shakespeare, Keats or Elliot,
But Amanda Gorman, indeed.
That Feeling always starts with: "WOW!
I wanna write like this."
But when I sit and try and sweat,
It feels more like a quiz.
That Feeling grows from an idea.
"I have to write this down!"
I park my pen on paper,
The sparkle's now a frown.
That Feeling is a thunderstorm,
With flashes, hail and rain,
My words became a scrabble board.
It's driving me insane.
That Feeling is the final judge,
Who says: "You're guilty, boy,
Of writing Precious Poetry
For cent e ment en joy."