Distraction & Memory: NPMC continues

Sometimes, an author gets inspired and is compelled to write regardless of what life is throwing at them. Those times are often nice, resulting in work to be proud of or the least work they wish to continue working on.

Other times, perhaps more often, a writer needs reason to write. Some outside force pressing their fingers to the keyboard, getting them to produce words until an idea forms.

Today is one of those days. I'm writing now because I am already two poems behind for National Poetry Month Challenge, and I haven't the slightest idea what I'll write about. But here I am.

And here I go.

NPMC Poem 9

"Our Friend Distraction"

Sometimes distraction
accosts us in our seats
obliterating our focus
hurting our heads
and making us scowl

But more often than not
it is truly us who seek it
the task before us unappealing
uninteresting, unnecessary
we let our eyes and imagination
off leash
taking us anywhere but here
on a journey for a scapegoat
for our good buddy
distraction

NPMC Poem 10 

"Memory"

Memories are like
play-dough
mold-able
mixable
rarely stored properly
they set and harden
once exposed
are sometimes shared
but often are
observed alone
and pieces of them
fall away unnoticed
until the original
disappears
entirely