Stuck in my Head

Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Stuck in my Head.

Stuck in my Head

There is a poem stuck in my head

And it won’t come out.

I’m not sure if my internal fire needs feed

Or if I need to scream and shout.

Maybe I should leave it well enough alone

And go about my normal business.

It will do me no good to complain and moan

When all I get is temperamental stiffness.

Word Daddy is no help at all,

He’s hiding in the corner.

Maybe it was the empty cup I threw at the wall,

That has him acting like a doomsday mourner.

I need a muse who won’t get squeamish

When I find myself stuck in a dilemma

I hate it when he starts to turn slightly greenish

Maybe we both need a creative enema

But who wants to go through a thing like that

Just because a poem decides to be stubborn.

I need to find my thinking hat

Then, maybe the right word will finally return

And the poem hiding in my head

Will make an appearance on the page

I can turn out the light and go to bed,

Leave Word Daddy in the corner to rage.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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