Working Fast

A poem about working fast to get this poem done.

Working Fast

 

My fingers fly across the keys

I swear they nearly stir a breeze

But working fast is not so good

When you want to be understood.

See, things get garbled on the way

From inner mind to light of day

When you are thinking very fast

Not many ideas can last.

I try to think of things that rhyme

This is not quite the best of times

I yell at my mind to go quick

And all it seems to do is stick.

It's not yet time for me to end

I still have yet more thoughts to send

I can't yet justify a stop

I've not yet used the final drops.

Now finally, it's time to go

I have to do other things, so,

I now must sign off, once again.

Until we meet again, my friend!

Author's Note

I had to do this quickly because I was on a deadline, but I still think I did a good job.

Reviews

[Michelle Tarnowski]

This was a fun read. Good job!