Sunday, November 14, 2010

Accidental Poetry

Occasionally a poem pops out of my head during journal writing.  Usually late at night, when my guard is down.  Here is last night's:

Can't do enough in a day,
Ain't got no time for play,
Already forgot what I was going to say,
That's what it's like to be me today.

I'm sure there are some days when you can relate.

Edited to add: Mahaha! My brother has made this into a song.  Accompanied on the banjolele he got last week! It is awesome!


Helen Macfarlane said...

I couldn't hear Ransom. I could hear the banjukele, or whatever it's called, but not his voice.

Alysa said...

Don't worry. This isn't the recording he's going to use for his album. It's just a little take he did special for me.