I will not write a poem today

I will not write a poem today I won’t – I won’t – I won’t I’ll defy the metered merriment Declare the thymes – all crimes My challenge to the metaphor An inky gauntlet on the floor I wlll count no syllables As I ride the “silly” bus Nor sound the drum roll of Repetitive alliteration For words, like pizza slices Are the best of poetry’s devises And yet, it seems, a single phrase Emerges from the dark through greys Of lifting fog and dancing haze Revealing fields where poets graze I will not write a poem today The poem will write itself…