“…such words, the richest fare…”

Finis

To make a race, I mind the end

   and where to start the race, and when.

To craft a plan, the goal is key,

the outcome must be clear to see

To make a poem is not a race,

and not a plan, but what I face

   is how to start—not how to end—

      and what some musing may portend…

Some will say it’s hard to know

   just what comes first and what fills in,

and what sings out, and what can spin,

and what must stay, and what can go.

The ending, though, is something rare,

a mystery while scribbles dare

   to frame the poem, with rhyming, O!

…and then, such words, the richest fare,

in rampant form that lets me know

   the poem is done—the end, just so—

      the marvel: how my pen gets there.

July 2, 2018

This is not a tutorial on writing poems.

It’s just my story about writing poems.

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