DRAMA QUEEN

DRAMA QUEEN

I thought that poetry would fail
When Hope seemed hoax again –
But words still work, and light peaks through
The curtains in my brain.

Who says that artists have to brood?
A writer’s heart must break?
Though blood looks rusty in my lines,
I write – for goodness sake.

“The Poet” left the titles off –
But I like naming verse –
As if to christen sets a stage
Where wonder can rehearse.

Paralysis is merely pride –
Procrastination’s gone –
The patient actors wait backstage –
The Epic must go on.

(15 June 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)