Words
In
a way I admit that’s slightly absurd
I
like having my way with a noun and a verb
working
with words, a real pleasure I boast
I
love rich and vibrant English words most
from
a long cultural heritage like silk and satin
European,
British, Celtic, and extra smooth Latin.
I
work with words of all kinds but better still
have
a penchant for words that can roll downhill
by
themselves, without excess verbosity
words
that express a carefree philosophy
words
that deliver acceleration and pace
with
alliteration and can rhyme in time and place
words
that in metre don’t peter away
even
tongue tied words can really hold sway
they
may struggle to start, come so slowly at first
they
stutter and splutter but then with a burst
they
thrust verbally forth at the top of the verse
unparalleled
images from sows ear to silk purse
they
gush forth and progressively gather speed
blitzing
the rules of good grammar indeed
both
ritzy and crass they perfect their role
even
when out of syntactic control
they
brazenly ignore all punctuation
leave
the reader to ply their imagination
never
seek to capitalise on upper case
a
tradition that some feel is a waste of space
at
full speed they outstrip any writer’s block
and
in many a case are unable to stop
at
the end of a sentence they just fall off the page
and
its at this final frustrating stage
when
I’ve struggled so long the right subject to find
they
crash headlong into my poetic mind.
Though
for hours prior myself I’ve berated
that’s
how my poetry is most often created.
