nandini00
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My writing ritual
Is an ingrained habit
All other tasks habitual
I cast aside like a toy rabbit
Nighttime I'm at my best
While relaxing in my favourite chair
I can tackle my words with zest
In a state of solitary flair
Mostly a prompt will inspire
Sometimes all it takes is an incident
To light up my fire
It's all time well spent
There are times when I can't find a word
When it hides in the recesses
Of my head
That's when Google flies in like a bird
And I can put my ignorance to bed
When I'm in a sad emotional state
That's when the words just flow
Like a gust of wind chasing fate
Then I'm full of ideas on the go
Spell check is of utmost importance
If unsure, I ask my grammatical friend Google
He guides me through my creative performance
AI keeps popping up
But I ignore him, and shut him down
I don't need him to control my creativity
He thinks he's so clever, the arrogant clown
I read through my poem
I edit where I can
Then I send it home
Post it on to my poetic friends
It's all such fun
By now I'm all stoked up
Can't go to bed
Can't get to sleep
So I make a cuppa tea
Then fade out while the television watches me
Finally, I stumble off to bed
Thinking I really need my head read
The following evening, I do it all over again
It's an addiction
An affliction
Also a benediction
Keeps me out of mischief
I do love poetry
Is an ingrained habit
All other tasks habitual
I cast aside like a toy rabbit
Nighttime I'm at my best
While relaxing in my favourite chair
I can tackle my words with zest
In a state of solitary flair
Mostly a prompt will inspire
Sometimes all it takes is an incident
To light up my fire
It's all time well spent
There are times when I can't find a word
When it hides in the recesses
Of my head
That's when Google flies in like a bird
And I can put my ignorance to bed
When I'm in a sad emotional state
That's when the words just flow
Like a gust of wind chasing fate
Then I'm full of ideas on the go
Spell check is of utmost importance
If unsure, I ask my grammatical friend Google
He guides me through my creative performance
AI keeps popping up
But I ignore him, and shut him down
I don't need him to control my creativity
He thinks he's so clever, the arrogant clown
I read through my poem
I edit where I can
Then I send it home
Post it on to my poetic friends
It's all such fun
By now I'm all stoked up
Can't go to bed
Can't get to sleep
So I make a cuppa tea
Then fade out while the television watches me
Finally, I stumble off to bed
Thinking I really need my head read
The following evening, I do it all over again
It's an addiction
An affliction
Also a benediction
Keeps me out of mischief
I do love poetry