These are my requirements:
acid free and medium weight,
nine by eleven and spiral bound.
This I learned through trial and error.
Thank goodness for that pair.
How else would we know anything?
You have to run the trial,
more than one if necessary,
to reach the error, and, man, that’s it.
That’s where the fruit is.
That’s what you’re working towards
as you crack the shells and rip the peels,
digging ever deeper with your fingernails.
Without error, there’s nothing,
nothing to sink your teeth into,
nothing to place your lips against
and trace with your tongue,
nothing to improve upon,
no need for more sugar,
no need for more salt,
no need for a deeper shade of blue
or a better angle
or a different point of view,
no need for you or your efforts.
In a perfect world without it,
all would be perfectly dull.
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Ken,
So true! We tend to see trial and error as a bad thing instead of a valuable lesson. Once again, you’ve created a wonderful poem. Thanks!
Sally
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Thanks, Sally. I really loved your 50 Little Bits of Wisdom.
Gee, Ken, I don’t know why….but your poems remind me of old, beautiful songs….John Denver, Blue Grass, Jazz, Beatles, …
Please keep up the good work. I appreciate it as an avid reader.
Thanks so much for your kind words, Archan. Actually, when I’m writing a poem, I am in many ways trying to write a song. There’s usually some music playing in the background or at least in my head.