Pot Boiling To Save the Day
O Lord have Mercy, here it is!
Another spotless 'write' page on AP.
Auto-correct save me!
Time to open the drapes,
let some light in,
take out the mind-words
and not get them stuck
between tone-deaf teeth.
It's a big thing
this plucking at the skin
of a morning rooster
to see if is has
some cock a doodle to say.
Must relax to the max,
must flatter, coax, and cajole
a mumbling morning muse,
make it trot all over this white space
a place left over from my last
endeavor or whatever.
Lordy, I have an inclination,
the pressure of poesy demands
that I write of dragonflies,
of scintillating flights
and other such transparent temporizations.
To enter the compound eye
of a crystalline sky
to wiz off on a hope and a prayer.
There, tiz done.
Fear not that it means not a lot.
It is a big thing in a small think;
a matter and fact, and well set,
to be this flicker in a gnatcatchers net.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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