“Hey! Where are the Poems, Dude?”
there seems to be a non-glut
of my poetry lately;
but, it’s there for a reason –
‘tis the season to be jolly,
prancing around with a sprig of holly,
loitering under the mistletoe,
wrapping last-minute presence of mind,
with recycled tarpaulins.
Actually, I don’t know why
the Poetry Well seems to be dry,
perhaps I filled too many buckets,
and now there is a need to replenish the source-code (mental note ‘Ode to a Source-Code’ –
and then rejoin my journey
upon the Geode less unravelled.
“Excuse me? Does any of this make sense?”
No, not really – it’s just one of those
Anyway, my New Yurt’s resolution
might be to relight the poetry 🔥
and give you what you most desire …
a decent poem from me.
Well, maybe not quite your
most desirous thing –
but, who knows
what the future will bring?