Poetry Saturday: 10 Minutes

I'd like every poem I post for Poetry Saturday to have a story behind it, but some of them don't have a story behind it, such as today's poem. I don't know what this one is about, or when I wrote it, but my best guess is that it's about the fact that it only takes 10 minutes to write poem. It only takes 10 minutes to be hit with inspiration and to get it down on paper before it's lost or forgotten. At least that's what I've gathered from reading the poem. Since I needed to reread my own poem to have an understanding of what I was writing about, perhaps others will come up with different interpretations.

10 Minutes


10 minutes, just ten

to compose one

What shall ink from

this noble pen

is up to the mind

in its protection


Where the time goes

where does it go?

can really be any guess

for in 10 minutes

just 10 minutes

anywhere the pen can go


Time's winding down

thee I must finish

before we go to dinner

the noble words

strewn from this pen

are glorious in time indeed