Something urges the writer to write
Meter, verse, free form or whatever,
To do such a thing, like a blight
Something urges the writer to write
Beyond hope of publishing ever,
To do such a thing, with such might
Something urges the writer to write
Mediocrity calling, verging on Palaver,
To do such a thing, it is his right
Something urges the writer to write
No Eternity summoned, now or forever
To do such a thing, beyond his sight
Something urges the writer to write
Diving muse or something less clever
To do such a thing, the writer's plight
Something urges the writer to write
Notes spastic, but truth, at least his, forever
To do such a thing, it is his right
To do such a thing, beyond his sight.
[The edit was because I had one stanza too few for a villanelle, so I had to add another.]
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