The end is in sight by dark of night a lone poet sits to write. A bit of doggerel rhymes with mackerel a poet dreams of bits of shell. A silly little rhyme lacking meter or time the poet muses, “Not sublime.” This was the last day for National Poetry Writing Month. I wrote the […]
Clash of cymbals and the second percussionist relieves the first. For once, all instruments are coming in on time. The orchestra follows the now-steady beat of the tom-tom, the bongo, the bass and the snare. For once, all instruments (including the bass drum in the 120th measure) are coming in on time.