day/poem 21

-- not quite the one i meant --

this is not the poem i set out to write

these are not the lines i hoped to share

the ones that speak of awe and wonder

stanzas stuffed full of total amazement

this is not the poem i planned to type

these are not the words i wanted set here

not the expressions i'd hoped would come

as i stared at the screen's blank invitation

it should start out slow, understated

setting the scene

lulling the reader into a false sense of security

a few gentle metaphors

a couple of similes to add to the imagery

then wham, bring on the twist

the deeper meaning

what it was always all about

from the get go

tied up neatly in eloquence

and articulate verbosity

but this is not that poem

this is all that's left

since that one was imagined

since those lines were dreamt up

and discarded

that poem is trash waiting to be emptied

is scraps screwed tossed 

headed for recycling

this one made it though

and will have to do instead