It’s National Poetry Day
And I have not, so far, written anything poetic.
However
Maybe I have said something of a poetic nature
to someone.
Thinking about it, I’d consider that unlikely.
It’s possible there might have been
an action
a glance
or a thought
that might be considered
in some way lyrical.
To be honest, it’s not been that poetic a day.
But it’s National Poetry Day,
so I’m writing this.
Which may not be much compensation
for today’s poetic vacuum.
But it’s the best I can come up with.
Some days words are your paint
your instrument
and the love of the universe coiled in sound.
Other days, they’re a heavy, slightly rusty spade
that doesn’t really do the job.
This was one of those days.
Hey-ho.
8 October 2009
