ANOTHER WRITER’S DILEMMA
In the threshing, thrashing of the flesh,
she says that if I’m writing poetry.
it means I’m not paying attention.
There’s no place in that universe of sweat
for forests, wildflowers,
mountains, puffy white clouds.
The all-consuming nature of the act
precludes the artistic sensuality
from other sources.
She cajoles me into putting down
that pen, squashing up that chunk of paper.
So I concentrate hard on the sex,
telling myself with each
burst of poetic pleasure,
this is not a metaphor,
this is not a metaphor.
* John Grey is based in Rhode Island and, along with previous appearances in IS&T, he has been published recently in Agni, Worcester Review, South Carolina Review and The Pedestal.
This is great!
I wrote this a few days ago for International Haiku Month:
counting syllables,
arranging words, I ignore
beauty in my world
and as a further comment,
a moment in life
recalled as enlightenment –
life is the poem,
the recollection in verse
a flavoured distillation
Roberta