Kit Kelen #1120 - bliss of the blank

1120

bliss of the blank

some people do not understand the curse of poetry

served up under tin

I lie to tell

one morning

there was nothing came

no one

and not in the post

no calls

nor sylph nor elf

nor any saw-wise angel

the world wide web was at low ebb

and nothing silly needed said

I wouldn’t rhyme there

no one would

there was no presenting image

analogy

nothing was next to

or part of

there was no other way to see

how murmuring then the radio

how gently run the breeze

and all the world around

as if I weren’t there

still

someone had fallen from uppermost branches

someone had the pointing skywards

multitudes flew in

and couldn’t sing

but seemed to try

you see how a doubt creeps in

will I supply the weather then?

I was the one unsung among

that clear

that bright

blue air