The Tap

When I write prose
words gush forth
Turn the tap
et voilà!
torrents of trivia
waterfalls of words
streams of consciousness.

Poetry comes
(if at all)
from a faulty faucet,
with a leak so slow
no one has bothered
to replace it–
blink and you miss it.
A single drop;
The poet must cup her hands
just so
and catch what comes,
when it comes,
and hope it doesn’t evaporate
into thin air.

April 22, 2012

  1 comment for “The Tap

  1. April 23, 2012 at 21:00

    my prose tap feel like your poetry tap right now…

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