Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

We Are Word Players

I spit poems onto a page with increasing velocity
bam, wham, dram, cram, jamb, bam, flam!
Feeling like the flim-flam man that I am,
I do not wait for responses
Not caring about any opinions but my own

The seasoned poets invariably understand
throwing down their own missives at incredible speed
Breaking the limit and the barrier, engrossed and enthralled.
We are word players, imaginations on fire,
muses all aglow.

The words fall into jumbled piles, worrying us not.
Flowery missives wink their petals at us,
But we are in the zone, not paying attention.
The poems slide, twirl, whirl, and pirouette.
One of them stops to pinch my cheek and call me “Charlie”.
It is more than enough to keep me happy.

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Darlene De Beaulieu April 9, 2021 at 12:41 PM Hello Caren, well I never thought of us as words players. yet the more i think of it, yes we are. Hugs Darlene. Darlene De Beaulieu April 10, 2021 at 11:22 AM Hello Caren, this makes sense to me. Hugs Darlene Caren Krutsinger April 9, 2021 at 8:43 PM We sure are! Anyway I am.

L Milton Hankins April 9, 2021 at 8:11 AM Aw, there's a lot of truth in this poem, Caren. We are word players, indeed. I can truthfully say, though, that I don't write poems for the "responses." I just write them, whether or not anyone likes them. They tell who I am and what I have experienced and what I hope for tomorrow. Caren Krutsinger April 9, 2021 at 8:43 PM This is why I write them too. I write them because I cannot NOT write them.