Pat Jacobs

That’s All She Wrote

She was going to be a great lady, a literary lady of words
So she set out to write the great novel, to make sure that her voice could be heard.
She wrote while her brain was on fire, never stopping to cool off or douse
Just fanning the flame now and then, as they slowly spread thru her house.
She wrote about men riding horses,and women who swing thru the trees
And young boys going out to seek knowledge, having heard of the birds and the bees.
She wrote about gun toting southerners and the northern elite sipping tea.
She wrote about the beauty of nature and the wonders that all should go see.
She wrote about foreigners and fishes, and the secrets of oceans down deep,
And she wrote some stuff so scary, it would keep you from going to sleep.
She wrote about physical fitness, and nighttime girls with big lips of red;
She wrote about scientist exploring your body from your toes up to your head.
She wrote thru the night and day, thru the wind and the rain and the snow.
She wrote up and down and sideways till there was no place to go.
She wrote till her fingers fell off and then she wrote with the nubs.
She wrote till her pencils were used up, and then she wrote with the stubs.
She wrote, and wrote, and wrote some more, but then she finally looked down.
Her pencil had crumbled, she was writing with air, and the smile on her face was a frown.
So that’s all she wrote.
The pencil broke.
And I have nothing else to tell you folk. 

Copyright 2021 by P.D. Jacobs

Bio:

Patricia Jacobs is an Arkansas born poet who lives in DC and wants to be a writer when (after over 70 years) she grows up.  She is inspired by poets and poetry from all over the world, and would rather have a poem.

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