a journey of self discovery through art, journaling and poetry
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Over at dversepoets.com, the prompt is "idioms".
When it's down to the wire,
my ideas dropping like flies,
I was still determined,
come hell or high water
to come up with a poem.
Back to the drawing board,
I knew I was against the clock,
must cut to the chase.....
If I wear my heart on my sleeve,
it's bound to end up in the wash.
Elvis has left the building.*
*(No poets were harmed during the making of this poem)