Sometimes I have difficulty writing a weekly post, the words just don't come. As you read this I am away and this blog was written a week ago. This is the 646th post, so over the past ten years plus I must have produced over 550 poems, which does work out at one a week.
But not today however. Here is a poem I half wrote last year but at the time during the pandemic could not polish up. I am still unsure about the change in the point of view, as the first stanza is that of an observer and the second and third is that of the driver. Perhaps it does not matter...
an impossibly long mourning car
waits at the red light
side windows fogged with disbelief
the change to green offers hope
that the driver reflects
is lost on his passengers
he thinks of renewal
the advent of spring
his fifth job this week and its still only Wednesday
Brian Pattern talks about the effect a good last line can have on the reader. How it can change the meaning of the poem utterly. That was what I was trying for.
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Until next time.