I'd like every poem I post for Poetry Saturday to have a story behind it, but some of them don't have a story behind it, such as today's poem. I don't know what this one is about, or when I wrote it, but my best guess is that it's about the fact that it only takes 10 minutes to write poem. It only takes 10 minutes to be hit with inspiration and to get it down on paper before it's lost or forgotten. At least that's what I've gathered from reading the poem. Since I needed to reread my own poem to have an understanding of what I was writing about, perhaps others will come up with different interpretations.
10 Minutes
10 minutes, just ten
to compose one
What shall ink from
this noble pen
is up to the mind
in its protection
Where the time goes
where does it go?
can really be any guess
for in 10 minutes
just 10 minutes
anywhere the pen can go
Time's winding down
thee I must finish
before we go to dinner
the noble words
strewn from this pen
are glorious in time indeed