This poem emerged from a brief observation while on a supermarket raid last week. A notebook entry percolated into a poem and this is the result.
Poets are observers. Much of our inspiration comes from the noting of brief encounters and magic moments. We see something and feel a compelling urge to react with words. So here is my poem about my special sighting of a cruciverbalist...
Crossworder
A man sporting a wide brimmed hat
Sat in the café
Studiously crouched over
The Thursday crossword in the newspaper.
His pen poised,
His brow set to serious.
I further noticed he was seated
One down and three across
from the café entrance.
Beyond that
I didn’t have a clue.
Although I did wonder
while his puzzle he pondered.
Sat in the café
Studiously crouched over
The Thursday crossword in the newspaper.
His pen poised,
His brow set to serious.
I further noticed he was seated
One down and three across
from the café entrance.
Beyond that
I didn’t have a clue.
Although I did wonder
while his puzzle he pondered.
Alan j Wright
It's Poetry Friday and our host this time is Carol Labuzzetta. Carol uses the metaphor of a ferris wheel to write about life's ups and downs and the ever changing cycle we all encounter.
This is an interesting form Alan. I am an observer as well. Right now, in the Minneapolis Airport, there are so many people to watch. Many, including me at this moment on a device. Soon, I'll put my laptop away and truly observe, maybe getting a poem out of it as well. Thanks for the inspiration.
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