As a typer of what might be
Poetry
I am a football manager
With WORDS as my players.
Words in a Deep W Formation –
Total free verse
Hopefully forming a diamond.
No buses parked here
As my words go winging
Down the page.
Not quite five three two
But maybe the odd Haiku
In syllables of five seven five –
For there are far more than eleven syllables
In Poetry.
All writers are the same:
Our words combining
To make meaning,
Passing our visions
Views and feelings
For a crowd of readers
All being well.
Words to be chanted
By crowds enchanted –
Songs for a stadium
That is our united mind.
Paul Butters
© PB 16\8\2020.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
As a typer of what might be
Poetry
I am a football manager
With WORDS as my players.
Words in a Deep W Formation –
Total free verse
Hopefully forming a diamond.
No buses parked here
As my words go winging
Down the page.
Not quite five three two
But maybe the odd Haiku
In syllables of five seven five –
For there are far more than eleven syllables
In Poetry.
All writers are the same:
Our words combining
To make meaning,
Passing our visions
Views and feelings
For a crowd of readers
All being well.
Words to be chanted
By crowds enchanted –
Songs for a stadium
That is our united mind.
Paul Butters
© PB 16\8\2020.
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