To my superpower, today
I will sing your praise!
I will write an ode, poetry 
worthy of your glory.,

But give me a moment.
I must look at how to
write an ode, lines, forms,
syllables, examples.

The pen pauses as I consider
what my poet friends are writing.
What are their superpowers? 
How do they define an ode?

Perhaps I should take a shower
before I commit to this work.
"Clean mind in a clean body."
I wonder who said that first.

I must find metaphoric
inspiration too. And I'd really
rather work with purple ink.
Where is my special pen?

Ah, yes, back to you,
superpower of mine. Without you
I would scarcely be me. You 
inform me, and I praise you

for all you've given me. A
gargantuan fund of useless 
information, pages of poems, 
half-written, never reclaimed.

But oh, that dopamine rush
as I cross trivial items off
my to-do list or finish an
assignment two minutes pre-deadline!

I honor you, my superpower:
Procrastination! I will say 
more but I need some 
inspirational caffeine now.

Back later! ❤

This draft poem was written in response to the NaPoWriMo challenge to create an ode and Miz Quickly‘s prompt to write about something you’re really good at. Yeah, so there’s that.