snow whips in sideways
pelted face stings
notebook pages twist, rip
frostbit hand settles them
pen darts in quick strokes
finishes poem's last line
even in the midst of the apocalypse
the world needs poems
- the tired monk
Yes, and the world especially needs poems by the tired monk. You are having a cold harsh winter over there. Wrap your robes warmly..........spring will come!
ReplyDeletemore than ever at the apocalypse!
ReplyDeleteYes, to finish the last line ~ Hope you are keeping warm ~
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, a poem must be written......no matter what! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteOmg, this is so cool. Yes, indeed, keep the poetry coming~
ReplyDeletePretty cold with the snow whipping in - great poem
ReplyDelete...so that the survivors can dream, love and feel.wonderfully said.
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteThank Ollie for making me smile :D
This is a great poem and I'm taking the encouragement to heart... sometimes I lose sight of the importance of writing poems.
ReplyDeleteOh this says it all for a poet! My fondest wish is to write the last line when I am drawing my last breath!
ReplyDeleteYou need to digitize, no pages and no frozen ink, btw has it begun already (the apocalypse)?
ReplyDeleteOllie,
ReplyDeleteThe priority even in the face of an apocalypse, should be to leave a forwarding address, even in a poetic form:)
Loved the presence of inspiration especially on a cold and frosty day...
Warmest Sunday wishes,
Eileen:)
Keep writing...
ReplyDeleteKeep them coming even in the eye of the storm :)
ReplyDeleteYes it does. Especially yours.
ReplyDeleteamen:)
ReplyDeletexo
erin