Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Loaded For Bear, Cocked and Pointed

This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
  Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold

My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
  Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands

A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
  Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked

What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
  It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!

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Kurt Ravidas July 4, 2019 at 6:00 PM In my case, wonders do not happen. That's why my girlfriend has a bad habit to lock up the bar. But I've got a key! P.S.: I love your metapoetic exercises, dear Wolf. P.S.P.S.: I bet you was absolutely sober when you said "peripatetic purple pen")) Gershon Wolf July 4, 2019 at 6:18 PM Not just sober, my friend, but 'stone-cold sober!' LOL. Thanks for all your support. ~ Volkov

Caren Krutsinger July 4, 2019 at 10:54 AM A poem that has such a sweet cadence and makes sense in all ways to me. Gershon Wolf July 4, 2019 at 11:09 AM Someone had to make sense out of this one!! LOL. Thank you so much, Caren! :) gw

Brenda Chiri July 4, 2019 at 8:03 AM Gershon this has a great flow and wonderful rhymes!;) Gershon Wolf July 4, 2019 at 10:42 AM Brenda, thanks for noticing the flow and the rhymes. Appreciate your positive feedback! Best wishes, gw