Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter
“For once in my life,
I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter
If I were a poem
could my poem be a poet?
If such could be done
who besides me would know it?
If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new
could I as a poem be the other poem too?
Or would I simply exist on a document list
along with other poems that coexist?
(As a poem I would be …)
Living on the edge of poetry forms’ parameters
Running ever changing rapids of trochees and iambs
Line dancing varied rhythms of iambic pentameters
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM ad infinitum
Dancing two-step footles with the poem of my dreams
Braving slalom ski runs of Klein’s Vase Verse
Climbing lofty peaks of Heroic Crown of Crowns
Then doing it all over again in reverse
(I do have a poetic license you know …)
I think of such thoughts from time to time
when my muse is confused and obtuse
Especially when finding it hard to rhyme
my head flooded with thoughts most abstruse
What would it take for me to be a poem
vice versa my poem to be poet?
The very next time my muse starts to roam
I’ll try to find out—don’t you know it!
night blooming jasmine wafts gently along the winds of change
fragranced, clinging to the repose of insatiable curiosity
she remained, unperturbed by those around her
no was never no, only a two letter word expelled effortlessly
setting sail for distant lands unfettered by convenience
sights soaring beyond any thoughts imagined once
before she could invite herself into something new
now she belongs, so she says, self selected so
she says lots of things, some of it unclear whether she
really knows much of anything or whether the weather
will change with the winds of change...anticipatory
she clings to her hopes of newness compounded by
other things in her life...always seeking, sometimes
remembering what this is all about, she peeks from
circles in motion, again and again and again.
the anticipatory
Gut wrench
sweat stench
teeth clench
mind race
feet pace
white face
hands shake
wide awake
cant take!...
....my mistake its not so bad.