Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Where Do You Get Your Ideas From?

The universe sings a snatch of a song
That jerks the lobe of your ear.
You sing it back, feeling fake
A mocking bird, mimicking meekly.

But,

Let those few notes sing, let yourself sing them.
Follow the universes's melody
With your own tuneless timorous tune,
No doubt sung poorly, no doubt sung prosaically,

But,

Nevertheless,
A poem.