used by a poem


barely a seed

it starts deep

in your soul

it springs up

and blossoms

quite out

of control

it zigs

and it zags

shuffling into

some verse

and it bleeds

on your paper

for better

or worse

it may be

an epic

or just





you write

you’ve been

used by

a poem


(orig. post 12/16)

the crossing

on swing

a thousand years have passed again

and thus the comet nears

the priests prepare a virgin lass

and now the god appears

they play together in the sun

he looks into her heart

and finding what he’s looking for

he bids their ways to part

the comet circles ’round the sun

the god soon disappears

for men have been found worthy of

another thousand years