The Napo prompt today wants to know why we continue to write poetry every day, using phrases such as staying the course, keeping on keeping on, because… just because. To which I add cussedness, stickability. But I don’t really have any choice in the matter….
It arrived in my life uninvited, unsought.
Welcomed charily, it had come to stay.
I started warily. Could I really do this?
Little by little, it took me over,
emerged at inconvenient moments,
insistent, pushy, wouldn’t be denied.
A moment of first waking is exciting
to see what arrived while sleeping.
A walk is not a walk without the words
that come willy nilly to encapsulate the scene,
or the sounds or the scents.
My mind always busy absorbing happy phrases,
describing the indescribable, exploring meaning,
A new malady is added to the catalogue:
Obsessive Poetic Disorder.