I open a blank word document
or grab up a pencil and pad
and it happens
every time….
poetry –
maybe I heard a statement
a week ago in passing
or read an article
that inspired
a smell or touch
a sound or the quiet
whatever my surroundings
poetry –
I see deer in the morning
clung to by the fog
seeking the most tender
new shoots,
Venus rising in the east
pre-sunbreak,
an inadvertent flip
of my lovely wife's hair…
poetry –
I wouldn’t turn it off if I could
such is my lot
and I accept it
some folks love math
are driven to be engineers
some need to teach
for me,
my passion is
poetry –
there is little forethought
less editing
half the time
I can’t even remember
what I wrote
for I am compelled
driven and pushed
for more than 25 years
to write
poetry –