Sunday, April 23, 2006

It’s a Tough Life

It’s tough being a poet
Up at the crack of midday
Thinking of rhyme schemes and rhythms
Trying to think what to say

It’s tough being a poet
Strolling along the beach
Searching for inspiration
When inspiration’s a wave out of reach

I sometimes think that a poet
Is the toughest thing you can be
As I walk in the shade of the forest
Trying to think of a rhyme for tree

14 comments:

Roger Stevens said...

This is a poem from my new book for children - out next April (yes, only a year to wait, folks. Watch this space.)

When I'm visiting schools children often ask me if it's hard work being a poet. Of course it is - I say. And I might read them this poem.

Anonymous Poet said...

I love it! Hysterically funny!

Yes! Being a Poet is a Tough Life -- except for all the rest.

: )

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

It's a tough life alright, it's been sunny here all day, but I had to do cleaning, boo!!. Which doesn't rhyme with yuck but aught to. Have you all had a good Easter? I hope so, lots of eggciting(sorry) fun.

{illyria} said...

quirkycool, and not just for kids. you capture what i am on most days, you know.

missed you. xx.

Nicole Braganza said...

Just wonderful- the kdis are going to love it! Inspiration is found in the most unusual places isn' it?

Russell CJ Duffy said...

I really feel sorry for you. All that pressure. I don't think that I could face all of that especially the waking up at midday bit!

Inkblot said...

love the flow...and of course my favourite rhyme for tree would be 'free'! :)

EATING POETRY said...

Yeah, it's tough being a poet... though you seem to be doing a pretty good job of it!

Enemy of the Republic said...

Yeah, it's tough. Maybe that's why I stay in bed.

Unknown said...

I am glad that I came across your site and got to read your poem. The poet's life is even hard here in the USA

Russell Ragsdale said...

Oh dear, you shouldn't overload your system with all that stress. Be good to yourself, I'm becoming quite concerned!

Best to you and hope Easter was wonderful.

Roger Stevens said...

Self inflicted. Sigmund? Maybe you're right. Perhaps I should get up a bit later.

I had a great time at Wells Next the Sea (what a great name) this week. I started the poetry festival off with a performance by students at the local secondary school. Great fun.

I woke up last night with a poem - was just too tired to write it in my notebook by the bed. Forgotten it now of course.

I'm working from home all this week so should be able to find some time to visit a few blogs. Yep, I'll be appearing at a blog near you soon.

XXX

Wastedpapiers said...

Thanks for appearing at my blog Roger- at least I think it was you? Why were you wearing that big cake though?

Anonymous said...

Mr. Roger..

It's tough being poet coz it's easy being ordinary..
It's tough being poet coz it's easy being not to think...
It's tough being poet coz it's easy being not to be criticised..
It's tough being poet coz it's easy being not to love..
lots..lots..lots:):):):):)

Roy

# read my recent post & say how much marks I can get as a poet..