Lamentations of a Poet

by Lyle Hornbaker

Suddenly,

my pen was skimming across the paper

spouting gibberish about

rosy sunsets,

gossamer spiderwebs,

and beautiful young love.

Abruptly it stopped and added a comma,

so I could catch my breath.

Then,

it was off across the paper again.

Blue ink flowing faster than

a raging flood,

or a wild stallion,

or even my thoughts.

Just as quickly it stopped

and my deepest feelings

were laid bare so I could see them.

Photo by J. Todd Anderson

Photo by Karen Rookhuyzen