Poet's Corner
THE TROUBLE WITH POETRY - Part 2
When I get in the zone
to write a poem
it becomes the most natural thing in the world.
The words appear
and finish each line themselves
and suddenly appears before my very eyes
a beginning a middle and an end -
but don't ask me how.
Later,
when I try to read through the scrambled scrawl,
the word pictures aren't always clear
and the metaphors get tangled in the unreadable words.
And I wonder what in the world was I thinking?
I'm sure this happens to you all the time.
That is,
it would if you ever get in the zone
to write a poem.
— Anthony Buccino
Leaves are graygreen,
the glass broken, bright green.
~ William Carlos Williams,
"Lines" (1921)
