Timers

For those times when you just can't say what you want to say.

I gave myself nine minutes to write a poem.
I can smell the sweet potato, so I know I don't have much time left.

10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...

The timer sounds. My nine minutes are up.
And I still cannot say how to put my thoughts to paper.

The sweet potato,
To slake any curiosity
Tastes awful;
Ash in my mouth.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

Ah, yes! Here's a tiny inspired gift poem which you may keep as your own:

Potato

One potato,
two potato,
three potato,
four
somewhere deep inside of them
there lurks a metaphor.

[zainul]

What a coincidence!
I was coming from outside.
The smell of sweet potato welcomed me.
I relished few sweet potatoes and quenched my hunger.
Your splendid poem quenched my thirst of words.
Thank you for the nice gift,Tanisha.

[SonOfPlunder]

Sounds like you wasted a good sweet potato! And that's never good!