"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry." Mark Strand
The White Page
Am I a poet?
Life's film rolls before my eyes
awaiting only words
to darken the page,
to create images
for others to view.
Frustration.
My pencil stops,
starts,
stops.
How will I show these trunks
dark against the spring snow,
standing in such opposition
to green grass below?
What melodic metaphor can I use
to sketch
the courageous squirrel
highstepping on power lines
across six lanes of rush?
When will letters flow like rivers
to parade my feelings of happiness
in one sweet moment?
Am I a poet?
You are most definitely a poet. I am jealous of your power with words!
ReplyDelete"Melodic metaphor" is sweet music to the ear! Quite poetic if you ask me...
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