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Articles, Essays and Poems by Susan
Poetry Arrived
Poem
Poem
And it was at
that age poetry arrived in search of me. – Pablo Neruda
Poetry
arrives in the middle of the nightMy 3 a.m. musing while sane
people sleep
Foggy
verses creep on little cat feet
The Slam Cat wants out to
play
Purring sweetly at first,
then his howling growls mournful
Lines scratch at me
Nuzzle me
Paw at the covers
Damn
it, I curse
But he won’t go away
I pretend to be sleeping
You can’t fool poetry.
Rhythms
waltz on the bed frame
Tap under the mattress
Taunting and teasing
The Muse and the mood
It’s a marathon mambo
An all-night ordeal and
The last couple standing is
Paper
and Pen
Hand out the trophies
Competition over
Poetry wins.
Poem
titles torment me
Like clamoring children
In the backseat, while I try
to drive
Still singing their song
Their John Jacob Jingle
Not the least bit profound .
. . Yet
They won’t settle down
Poetry will not go away.
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