--for J.L., master locksmith
Say he’s called
Jim (though that’s not his
Real name) and you want
To sound a lot like him,
So after reading reams
And reams of almost
Everything he’s written,
You try your hardest
To unlock the mystery
Of his poetic mastery, even
Using many of his words
In the same order he does,
Though you’re extra
Careful not to be too exact,
Because in all fairness
To the poem
And to your suffering
Self, what comes out
Has to be yours and clearly
Not someone else’s—how
Else could you live with it?
Say he’s called
Jim (though that’s not his
Real name) and you want
To sound a lot like him,
So after reading reams
And reams of almost
Everything he’s written,
You try your hardest
To unlock the mystery
Of his poetic mastery, even
Using many of his words
In the same order he does,
Though you’re extra
Careful not to be too exact,
Because in all fairness
To the poem
And to your suffering
Self, what comes out
Has to be yours and clearly
Not someone else’s—how
Else could you live with it?
Perfect. Oh how I've been there...
ReplyDeleteYep, more than likely the first stop many of us have made while riding high on The Pegasus Express! :)
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the suffering. Fine poem, Mr. Zambaras!
ReplyDeleteSuffering Succotash, my friend!
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