Poem 5 - What to Write

Poem 5 - What to Write

I apparent wrote a lot of poems about not knowing what to write.  Here is one.  When in doubt about what to write, just write.  Then edit edit edit.  Too bad I didn't do any of that edit stuff.  The art here was somewhat hastily done between a production meeting phone call and Robin waking up from his afternoon nap.

What to Write

"I don't know what to scribble down"

The poet started to write.

I could write about the treetops

In the sun's fading light.

I could make a cheap rhyme about storm clouds

Taking an eastern flight,

Or the deep grey blue of the ocean

When day gives way to night.

I could describe a snowfield

With flakes freshly fallen

Or a tree in summer sun light

Or Russia under Stalin.

Yet again I could write of highways

Long ribbons of tar and rock

The metallic animals that stalk them

Or about a boy who lost his sock.

I could write about a kitten

With soft whiskers and fur

Or a dog without a tail

A sad and nasty cur.

It wasn't really my point.

This wasn't what I wanted to say.

But anyhow here is a poem.

I just wanted to make your day.

(This poem took a lot of coffee stain brushes to recreate the Village Inn experience.)