Midnight "Write"
Elizabeth Everett
"The ideas are coming!" "The ideas are coming!"
I awake with a start
This time I’m prepared to battle
Be still my heart
The ideas course thru me
My insides reverberating with each gallop
This is it, there is no other option
Battle is imminent
I have been taxed by ideas for way too long
I gather my words to right this wrong
My words gather in anticipation
With the same goal in relation
No more taxation without representation!
My words, my troops
They stand at attention
Then size themselves up in word formation
One in formation , starts with a “C”
Unabashedly approaches me
"Please sir, if I may
Before this war goes underway
There are a few things I’d like to say-"
"This is going to be an uphill battle
If you fall, get back up on that saddle
Don’t be up the creek without a paddle
For we have reached the point of no return,
Where a lesson taught, is a lesson learned
And a dollar spent, is a dollar earned!"
"Stop! Say no more!", I do beseech
Your cadence of words figure of speech
But nothing to my troops did you teach
Progress- a dog, you’d be the leash
Inspiration -blood, you’d be the leech
All those things we’ve heard before,
Soldier, I have no use for you anymore
You are trite and overused
As effective as a bomb without a fuse
Cliché, from duty, you are excused
Words resized and ready to fight
We march steadily into the night
Towards the onslaught of ideas
They’re a formidable sight
Yet my troops march on, absent of fright
The ideas were now within reach
As I struggled to get my words under control
I noticed the ideas begin to slow
What was happening? Where was their flow?
Why? It just didn’t make sense
My words seemed to lose their confidence
Tense? Tense? Oh I was past tense
"But that’s not proper," grammar stated
Above all else, proper or not
We must adhere to our wiles
Those ideas must be caught
Sticking to rules is a paralyzing resin
Yes most definitely pun was intended
Mirthfully I returned to the present
Ideas and words meet in collision
Battle plan in constant revision
"Spell, check and see if the words are still in formation"
He quickly returns, speaking of dissention
"The sentences are fragmented, sir, what’s your position?"
"Make sure concepts there to provide supervision-
Now is not the time for a sentence division!"
Capturing ideas is no easy feat
They attempt to abscond
Willing my words to retreat
Unfortunate for them, we refuse defeat
Ideas in their heads, my words and I beat
My words descend into the valley of conclusion
Words, ideas, concepts
A strong, eclectic fusion
Still this shan’t warrant any grand illusions
I rally my troops, they stand in confusion
Quickly I extinguish their blazing delusions
Dare you words quiescent?
Our battle skills are merely nascent
For every win, failure will be adjacent
Let this be true, let there be no mistaken
Victory, I pray thee, stay forever latent
Let it be to you we are perpetually racing
Hide yourself- l’est we become too complacent
You words want to celebrate
You want to relax
Well more ideas are coming
And they’re coming fast
This lull in fighting, writing won’t last
Take up arms
Pen, musket
Paper, ax
Pray thee not be unarmed when the ideas attack
That minor skirmish, I say with a laugh,
T’was nothing more than a paragraph
Capture more ideas
On them we will feed
My words wont die, for ideas they will bleed
Humbled now, my words take heed
Regaining their bearing, respecting my lead
Remember, my words, forever and after
Ideas are our slaves, they will remain in capture
In remembrance of the hard won battle of chapter
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