the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Thursday, 1 November 2012

Wanda Morrow Clevenger - 1 poem

90 degree ransack

a man with a black folio full
of circumstantiality and more
handwritten lines than time allots
has become a regular
at the Saturday meetings

he says they are mostly spiritual
- his brother says enough spiritual already -
so he laughs and reads a funny poem
about cats eating fat rats and fat bats

and I can hear he ransacked A to Z
so nothing went missed
before disclosing this trick of trade

his head hangs a heavy 90 degree
off plaid shoulders, fingers run
pencil cursive in braille transfer;
the room goes quiet so to amplify
gears making slow revolutions

BIOGRAPHY: Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She appears in numerous online and electronic publications. She writes of life and other peculiarities in the morning aided by many cups of hot tea gone cold.