(Or, Joy to the Word)
“Twas the night before deadline, not one word was written
I tried on ideas, but nothing was fittin’
My laptop’s small keyboard stood ready to peck
Yet, not one clever idea was waiting on deck
My dependable muse was off hibernating
The blank screen stood upright, patiently waiting
With cats on my lap, butterflies in my gut
I accepted the fact; I was in a deep rut
Due dates and bleak fates were inching much nearer
Visions of failure were becoming much clearer
With ink in the cartridge and paper in printer
This writer was facing a dry and cold winter
When deep in my brain, there arose such a knock
It caused a small crack in my thick writer’s block
I squeezed through the crack and emerged quite inspired
My creative cables had all been hotwired
With ideas cascadin’ like Niagara’s strong waters
I was feeling the power of ten Harry Potters
On bright screen I listed and outlined and webbed
To my sheer amazement, my thoughts never ebbed
I wrote what I knew, and I wrote from the heart
And I painted my words like a fine work of art
And I ate up the process as if off a plate
While I called out the names of each strong writing trait
Now Ideas! Now Format!
On Commas! On Periods!
On Sentence Fluency!
On uniqueness of Voice
And last, but not least
Get moving Word Choice!
And then ‘fore I knew it, I was headed for home
It was time to revise, and then edit this poem
I read it aloud—was it golden or rubbish?
Was it wastebasket bound or now ready to publish?
And as I sat typing the final narration
I pondered the source of my late inspiration
What saved me from having to pull an all nighter?
What powerful potion had healed this lost writer?
Suddenly, as if hearing a cue
A familiar figure appeared in plain view
The cats woke up scared, their fur stood on end
Then they purred and deferred to this Writer’s Best Friend
He was lean, to the point—without baggage or weight
His syntax and style were plain yet ornate
He spoke from experience, with the greatest of ease
His message was clear (with no parentheses)
His eyes—they were dotted, his tease was not cross
Clean gaps between thoughts showed he used mental floss
His colorful phrases were ripe as a peach
His love of the idiom made him a figure of speech
His strong suits were adjectives, adverbs and puns
With quick and sharp wit, he gently poked fun
This Writer’s Best Friend was both childish and old
His tales were quite simply the best ever told
He carried a dictionary; a Roget’s thesaurus
To find lively words for his heavenly chorus
To thank him for helping me make diamonds from coal
I offered him up a sweet synonym roll
He gulped down the bun, chortled, “Ho, Ho, I’ll see ya.”
Talk about your onomatopoeia
And he said one more thing, ‘fore he vanished from sight
“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good WRITE!”
Here’s wishing you and your family a holiday season filled with laughter, love and learning.