Woke up this morning with both an urge to write something and a case of writer's block... which is just bloody evil, if you ask me. Anyway, this terrible excuse for writing is what I came up with. It's nearly Christmas... I trust you'll forgive me :o)
A Poem For Poetry’s Sake.
Just a string of words
Pressed into page with random calculation.
There’s no meaning here,
No hidden depths or philosophical interpretation,
It wasn’t even meant to rhyme –
It just sort of happened when the words ran out.
I feel like that sometimes.
There’s no imagery,
Just letters of the alphabet in a certain order –
Like heavy red bricks
That have no concept of the building they form,
A house, a home, a church, a morgue,
A hospital, a prison, a factory, a wall...
No message implied, no point to make,
If this is a poem, it’s for poetry’s sake.
I just feel like that sometimes.