What does the creative person do when given seven days to create? For the Cramp.
|They gave me seven days
To write my next great verse
To put my pen to paper
And in my words become immersed.
A week to write my tale
To forge great lines with words and tone
Undisturbed by life’s distractions
Here in the quiet of my home.
Oh, seven days! Yes, seven days!
How I’m apt to fill the time,
With ode or prose or tale to spin
This work should be sublime.
The clock will tick its passage
As I scribble, pen, and write,
My greatest manifesto
Meant only to delight.
But as I sip a glass of wine
And the music softly plays
The words are slipping from me
And the hours turn to days.
The quiet is a solace
And the peace brings comfort too;
The will to bring a tale to life
No longer does ring true.
My mind is wont to rest
And my spirit wander free
Words and verse and prose and tale
Will steal serenity.
So for seven days—oh seven days!
I’ll take my leave of this scribe’s chore
And grant interlude to find me
That my spirit be restored.