I sat there
phone to my ear
watching someone elses screen –
Software Loading.
Nobody spoke
We waited in awkward silence
not knowing if the other
was busy doing something else
or about to speak.
We stared at the screen,
The green bar slowly edging
closer to 100 percent.
Light, amplified and stimulated
A cable’s length is emulated.
Vocal cords emit a monologue
Its signal obviously analog.
But digitized it travels
And on the other side unravels.
A speaker re-assembles
A sound my voice resembles.
I opened the mailbox to more junk mail and advertisements than usual today. So I decided to cut it all up and turn it into somewhat of a poem. It’s so nice of the advertisers to give me not only inspiration but the words I need to express it too.
Poetry, like any written work, needs revision. I suppose there might have been a handful of times when inspiration for a short poem hits and what comes out the first time is good enough. But most times there’s a good bit of thinking, speaking and writing that goes on after the initial words are put …
Planning to go is fun
as is having gone
but being there is often
less so than either one
The consequence of
a painting I
observed in a book
is this poem.
With simple strokes it
came to life and
in my mind
set its hook
Light and dark play
havoc with my
sense of depth and
understanding
Can meaning lie in
unplanned lines?
If none is found then
art is maddening
Everything orderly
Neatly stacked and straight
Yet with the slightest breeze
Everything crashes down
Nothing is coming
My art is at a standstill
Hoping haiku helps