Overdone (Ten Minute Flunkee)

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The Prompt: Ready, Set Done—Today, write about anything, but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

Overdone (Ten Minute Flunkee)

One-a-minute two-a-minute three-a-minute four.
Big bad minute police waiting at your door.
If you take a minute more, I know they’ll somehow know.
So thinking about what you say is gonna bring you low!
They’re gonna crash your firewall and take you off to jail.
So with no other blogger there to get you out on bail,
you gotta write a piece that isn’t about anything—
not about-a-nothing, but the words they gotta sing.
Time is of the essence ‘cause there ain’t no other clue.
Topical-type bloggers? They just ain’t gonna do.
Don’t know why with time limits I’m lacking all my grammar.
It’s like my words are nails but that I’m lacking any hammer.
With no topic they all lie here, looking for a wall.
There’s no sense to any of it. No, no sense at all.
I’m sure a question’s out there, but nobody’s gonna ask it,
and all these words just roll on by like eggs without a basket.
And meaning keeps eluding me. I know I’ll never find it.
Somehow though I’m running, I just stay too far behind it.
I once said I never know just what I will be writing.
From line to line, I follow words and hope they’ll be inciting
a thought, a thesis or a theme somewhere along the way.
I always hope it will be soon, ‘cause I don’t have all day.
But now I look and see the time—9:20:52.
I know that is impossible, for there’ve been just a few
minutes since I started—only one or two—
but the clock says fourteen minutes and some seconds more as well.
So though I’ve met the challenge, once again I’ve missed the bell!!!

9:06:20-9:21:41

19 thoughts on “Overdone (Ten Minute Flunkee)”

      1. Maggie Wilson's avatarMaggie Wilson

        Ah, the old glitch re-surfaces! Sometimes if I answer questions in the notifications menu, my reply it is posted as a comment to the blog post and not as a reply to your comment. As it did the other day. And I feel like a schmuck because I try to stay on top of that.

        To answer you now: It’s a portion of a huge mica crystal!

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      2. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

        Somehow, I’m answering my own comment instead of yours, which has no place to answer. I get so confused about where to write so people will see the comments! I was sure your mica crystal was a fossil bone–vertebra or hipbone from some ancient animal. Good thing I asked. J

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I don’t know, Regina. It just comes as though channeled. I’m not athletic, wouldn’t win any beauty contests, my dancing is definitely second-string, but for some reason when I write in rhyme and meter, the words just come. I think it is because at an early age, my mother and father loved Dr. Seuss and his poems, published monthly in a popular magazine, were always shared with the family. Also, my mother was talented at rhyme and meter and we would often write together for the fun of it—usually writing about the foibles of other family members. At any rate, it’s silly writing but I enjoy doing it, probably at the expense of any serious writing that might be produced in its place. Thanks for reading and commenting. Judy

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  7. Liza's avatarLiza

    Amaaaazing … and loved the cerulean blue images above as well. They made me feel dreamy : ) I have never been able to write in meter, and at times have found it annoying to read, because it seems contrived at times. But your’s works naturally and seamlessly, and if the “minute-police” bust you – I will testify on your behalf in the court of creativity : )

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  11. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

    Yes. Actually, nearly 15 minutes, as the poem admits. I can’t believe how time flies when doing art or writing. Really does prove the theory of relativity–at least in some imagined connotation of the phrase. Thanks for reading and commenting. Judy

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