Poetry – A Certain Point of View, Too

Writer vs. Paper (A Septolet)

Writer, Listening to old blues, Waiting for inspiration. Paper, Blank, white – Taunting! Wanting words.

Author tapping fingers upon the keyboard, creating worlds. Reader diving eagerly into the tale.

Coldly lit hallways Of dark reflective metal Lead to Jedi’s doom.

O, clear sky of blue And rainbow-colored flowers! Hark! Spring draweth near.

Warm humid breezes Puff gently through the trees. Ah. Spring approaches!

Chilly northern winds Stir the crystal-clear waters. Gray clouds crowd the sky.

Sunny, windy day Avenue teeming with traffic The cart’s wheels rattle.

Oh, land divided Between the “crazy” and “sane”! Do not choose “crazy.”

In a darkened room Images and sounds combine. Oh, the joys of film!

Bright-eyed, loyal friend White-grey fur, cold-nose, love Melts this human’s heart