Saturday, October 29, 2005

Playing

I'm playing with a poem
Prodding and poking it into position
It's stubborn this one
Won't sit

I take it for a walk
Showing it pavement patterns
Letting it bend in the breeze
Still stuck fast

I buy it beer
It contemplates crumpling
But over-indulging
Forgets

Staggering home we meet a child
Can I have a go with your poem mister
You're not doing it right
And off it goes
Skipping and dancing along
With its new friend

1 comment:

Caroline said...

:-) I recognise this so much..

there are times when nothing you can do seems to work in a poem and you so want to get it right 'cos there are one or two lines that work so well but they're let down by the lines that won't fit whatever work, rhythm or trope you use.