I thought I could write water
out of thin air,
wring rain from this morning’s
perfect sky
into a bucket of words –
Might come in handy
if I get lost in the desert,
or need to put out a fire
or two.
Then, in my ambition,
could my verse claw clods and stones
from the earth
and dig my own grave?
Or at least shore up
the fastness of my heart?
From the other room
you remind me, my love,
that I’m not a smart man.
A smart man would put down his pen
for the nonce,
and come back to bed.
For April Poem-a-Day
qbit 
Intriguing write.
LikeLike
I thought the first line was stylish, but sure, the end was a cop-out. When all else fails, get called into the bedroom.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The end is what connects it to the prompt. Nonce is what I tripped over. I mean, not a word I roll out every day. Lol!
LikeLike
Hahaha!
LikeLike
Beautiful – wring rain from this morning’s perfect sky
into a bucket of words –
LikeLike
Thank you so much!!!
LikeLike
This is AWESOME.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!!
LikeLike
I loved this one, especially that first line, and the wisdom and tongue in cheek in the last.
LikeLiked by 1 person