Good Grief

A Prompted Poem

Compulsion dictates, so I write, with pens and markers, to my delight.

The words flow, imagine, through a gushed water spout, or they spill, on occasion, from a full keg of stout.

The page starts out clean, empty, and stark, as it draws the curtain to open your heart.

But, when I inadvertently split my infinitives, which is just not to be, conjugate ‘adverbs’ erroneously, confuse past tense with present, a constant source of stress, and is it — it’s or its, that’s causing my duress?

It might all be semantics, syntax, and stanza, but I’m in need of a doctor, specializing in grammar, One well-versed in vocabulary, well rehearsed in the archive of spelling and idiom, this matter is urgent, an emergency brewing, my deadline arriving, in need of a good quote, so calling for help, until that’s all she wrote.

Connie Song 2020

A prompt from Share The Love May 2020 by Martin Rushton

• A humorous tongue-in-cheek word play, using Key Words: Emergency, Archive, Doctor.