A Most Creative Caper
Appealing to my better angels, I try once again
To write a poem which will appeal to the heart,
I pause ever so slightly, wondering where to start
I look out my window, it is beginning to rain.
The droplets are gathering on the windowpane
And I know they are my better angels appearing,
Racing to the bottom of the windowsill, endearing
I capture thoughts of the common, the mundane.
I hurriedly grasp my pen and a sheet of plain paper
Scribbling random words that flood into my brain,
While listening to the rhythms of the falling rain
I come up with a poem about a most creative caper.
Two men are dueling in a backwoods field at dawn
Seems they have chosen harmless weapons of fun
Neither owning a sword, a pistol, or a shot gun
One fancies himself a king, the other a lowly pawn.
Written March 30, 2022
For “Brian Strand’s Premier” poetry contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"Anything Goes" poetry contest
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March 30, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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