A Photo and a Poem

Top: A hazy day
and the view
(...between
two
trees.)

Bottom:
Soon to be
published
poem!
Voila!








"On Poem Writing"

Some words jingle, foam and pop;
sweet dainties of the mind-delight.
Like twangle, dangle, smoof and pling-
words that make my heart-song sing.

There are those words that 'ping' the night-
they sneak up fast behind with fright.
Like hooga, dooga, swarf and blight;
they grab your ankle--snarl and bite.

Like mit, and split, and stagger-twain;
they haunt like spirits...and remain.

Words like soldiers flood my cortex,
piling high; a thought-filled vortex.

A small battalion, they hold me fast;
accusing voice: "You battle-ax!"
Just let us loose...to fly away-
or we'll take you to court today!"

Terse and mean; they oft dispute;
"Let us out...avoid 'bad' lawsuit!"
They shake their finger, they rock the boat
and when they're out--they sometimes gloat.

But after all is said and done,
words like friends are lots of fun;
they link arms and settle down
to bring joyful blessing all around.

Like"...joie de vie" or "jolly elf,"
just stash these words upon your shelf.
And if a rainy day consumes, or black pitch-filled night
--it finds you;
just take words out and shine them up
to grace your head, revive you.

...They lead you on; they save the day-
words can take your breath away.
Adorning gems or jewels that glisten-
take them out and 'oft to listen.

Windswept, racing, vast filled rooms-
encrusted ones; dug up from tombs.
Like burnish or skirmish or gobbledygook
these words to use--require work.

So when you're lazy or your mood; it's gray
take them out and 'oft to play.
They might sing, or jump, or move
but they will help you find a groove
to produce a haunting tune,
of a blue haired girl
'neath a pink-yellow moon
or of a sailboat lost at sea--
words can tell you own story.

So don't delay,
put your pen down
and satisfaction in words--
be found.

(Copyright K. Powell, 2010.)