This is a rather whimsical piece which began when a certain intriguing question popped into my head and triggered a series of images.
I had fun writing it, I've enjoyed sharing it, especially with its eventual publication. Oh, and was I ever excited when it was called out for an encore appearance!
Marion Roach, whose program, "The Naturalist's Datebook," is heard on Sirius Radio ... Martha Stewart Living Radio, Sirius 112 ... read "Who Writes Poetry?" for her listeners.
In my seemingly perpetual situation, clinging by my fingertips to the trailing edge of technology, I didn't have access to Sirius Radio ... and I still don't ... but I was excited about what had happened to this little poem.
And today's art? It has no direct connection with the poem, but I liked the way the sun was breaking through the clouds ... a metaphor for a glimmer of hope, perhaps ... maybe just an interesting moment captured with a small digital camera ...
WHO WRITES POETRY?
Horses, standing head-to-tail
beside each other, the better
to swish the flies away,
are they thinking up poems?
How about cows, studiously
worrying their warm cuds?
Do mules stubbornly pursue
clip-clopping couplets, compose
sonnets, sestinas, villanelles?
Perhaps it's the tiny finch,
singing his easy promises
while she builds the nest.
But I think it might be
the solitary snail, crawling
through the night, leaving
lines going this way and that
on the sidewalk, evidence,
surely, of some kind of angst.
(originally published in Kaleidoscope)
Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:
I'm sorry your day didn't get off to a good start, Helen (as a non-morning person myself, I understand) ... but I'm glad the poem gave you a smile. Your own comment paid a great dividend for me ... a smile of my own in late afternoon ... even though I'm reminded that I've fallen behind ... again ... on my responses to comments on "Chosen Words" ... and must get moving. Thanks for your patience while I get up to speed again.