Deadline;

Another poem/sonnet I wrote during my panic the night before the deadline for our critique.

Putting pen to paper, or fingers to keys,

Eyes dart around to find inspiration,

hoping that somehow, miraculously

words will appear in rapid succession.

Finding distraction anywhere you can,

TV, food, even by cleaning,

until your parents have put Netflix on ban,

and you’re left Googling sonnet and pentameter for their meaning.

The deadline's looms, turning from day to hour to minute

whilst you’re left

praying you reach, or even scrape, the word limit

of this seemingly impossible quest.

And though your eyes fight the oncoming fatigue,

You lie awake, worrying about tomorrow’s critique.

Reviews

[livetowrite]

A lovely light heated poem and brill write. Keep up the good work

[Stephen]

~~ Beautiful poem ~~

You know what? This`s a piece of hearts. I adore this write .. so much fun, reality and complexity I find in this beautiful piece. Great job!

[Sami Khalil]

No critique from me but praise for sharing this good write...:)........