Monday, January 19, 2009

pause

I could use a pause
so this doesn’t become a diary
today I was going to say I forgot
the type of acid we use in engraving

then woke knowing it’s muratic acid
in either six to one
or twelve to one solutions diluted with water,
but didn’t know whythis could be poetry

unless it made me sad
and I cried about it
then would it be poetry? another thing,
does poetry end with question marks?

2 comments:

Andy Sewina said...

Good point Jack! I think all my poetry ends with one big question mark!

Annie said...

Poetry is often a question, sometime answered. Sometimes we write poetry out of sadness; sometimes because we are jubulant, or in a reflective mood. I say go for whatever the "muse" reveals, because it is unique to each of us. I read somewhere that in the specific there is the universal. Why not a poem about forgetting the type of acid used in engraving?