"Slowing Down"

Can't even remember
What it means
I was only a boy at the time,
But my poetry's like
British Leyland Seventies.
My rhythmic production
On it's knees
Struggling to knock one out
So to speak, or otherwise!
Poetry addiction is a 'curse'
No idea how it will flow
All out no production
Like a factory go slow.
Only joking, having a jest
See it as 'having a rest'.
Whatever happens
I won't get mad
With this literary affliction
Of the thing called 'sad'
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Does it really exist
There's a fine border...
Made the decision
Not to wear a permanent frown
If I can't summon the mental energy
To jot stuff down
Certain my words of wisdom
Will come back
Soon to have my poetry on track.

Dulwich Poet 28th December 2013

( Without being able to put my finger on it, December has been a very slow month for me, poetry wise. This one is my way of trying to five it all a 'kick start'.)