Spoken chant

the inspiration of the poet has sailed away in a giant floating leaf

searching for ports more apt than this one

it is now looking for an open hand

for a free quill

"you wont find it here" i tell it

"i like to type my stuff, you capricious inspiration!"

and then i add

"plus who in the world uses a quill anymore?"

...a poet's inspiration can be romantically unrealistic

"it sounded good" you shout across the paper

and i can't refute

"look for an open keyboard! you may have more luck" says me -the desperate techno poet

waiting for a little nugget of literary goodness

"oh keyboards are so impersonal and limited"

and then

the pirate poet's-inspiration adds

"what if you wanted to draw next to your poem, inside it, over it, then what would you do with your precious little keyboard?"

i quickly realize that this maritime outlaw is quite witty

so i dash for the paper and the pen, i'm afraid this will end through other means

more agreeable to the poet's inspiration

but don't worry my worthy reader

i shall quench your poetry thirst with words that will prove to be much more vivacious than mine

here is

the genius

of

Dame

Edith Sitwell

POETRY

Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.

good night