POEM - Just Another Ars Poetica . . .

Sometimes this isn’t as easy as it looks

I try to find something each day

An interesting event

A glimpse or peek into a life

A tidbit, a morsel

Of a bigger story

That I can build on

And then exploit it

Advance the idea

If I am lucky

To an elegant end

Today was one of those days

When things were normal

I had already written something

About the cool store

The trip into the city

So it is 8:30 at night

I’m stuck in my corner

Trying to write something

Create that poem

The one that people like

Talk about over and over

Just writing this gets the juices going

I thought of something good now

But at present I am committed

To this poem

This sad ars poetica

And I am nearly done

The poem about the Buddhists

Will be much better

And when I write about the rooster

The one who was killed

That we called One-Eye Jack

I will craft an epic piece

Or maybe I will tell the other story

About the big salad bowl

Even though Linda said I shouldn’t

She puts up with a lot

Having me expose such secrets

This, she explains, is why no one visits

Yes . . . probably. . . you are right

            I think I will write a poem about that