Sitting in a vc

At 9am,

We’re braining a storm

While wracking our heads.

A lyric,

A sonnet,

A bunch of regrets;

That string of words

That’ll make them mesh.

You’ve got tidbits of concepts

Such cruel irony,

Attempting a poem while

Sitting in a vc.

From transcribing

to hyperbolizing,

There’s options galore;

Keep the similes in line,

Take the routine

thesaurus tour.

Sift phrases from the trash,

Treasure is what you see,

Crafting a poem while

Sitting in a vc.

Toss it all on paper,

Reel them from above;

Catch the dreams you elucidate

And gather them with love.

Then put it all together

And an idea has come to be:

You’ve now written a poem while

Sitting in a vc.