THIS WEEK'S POETRY POTLUCK #32, is offering the wonderful challenge of ART, MUSIC, and POETRY. What a great choice!!
WRITING POETRY
My words are floaters,
little suicides
bobbing to the surface,
assembling into a sonnet.
My own wit lies concealed,
waiting to be dissected
by sages of doggerel.
Some find another Ode
on a Grecian Urn,
identify an element of beauty,
others hoot at a cliche'.
I count off a haiku
on my fingers,
kick a tanka into shape,
run with a necklace of triolets,
and fall head over heals
for a pantoum.
No matter what the price,
this is where
I enter paradise.
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EXCUSES
Pointless yellow stubs
lie scattered
on my table.
I sweep them into the waste,
the dull sound of woody scraps
reprimand me.
I beg them not to try
to scale the sides
and yet they tap a message to me.
Write!
I will as soon as I find
some really first-rate pencils,
line them up like good soldiers,
red, yellow, blue.
Attention!
Pick and choose each one in turn,
chisel a point
and hope the graphite
carries a vein of life's blood within,
to inscribe some dazzling words.
I will carve an edge sharp enough
to cut through any excuses,
from rising dawn
through eager night.
I promise to start a poem
with a momentous word.
Write and write and write.
And drown out the voice
that asks,
what's the point?
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