Poetic Asides Tell It Like It Is

When the Form’s the Thing

Sometimes the form’s the thing.
Take the word, “bill.”

Then you take a deep breath
and with a chill,

you journal your journey,
sweet or sour dill,

with neither loud fanfare
or fuss or frill.

You may feel like a bug
that hit the grill.

You contemplate and write.
It’s all uphill.

Tempted to hit delete,
in for the kill.

You’d like a better form,
poetry mill.

You scrounge for ideas,
but nothing, nil.

It might be a good time
to take a pill.

Perhaps you should go back,
and use a quill.

You’re just about to scream
piercing and shrill.

And then the brilliancy
begins to spill.

You keep going strong and
keep going still.

You finally finish.
It’s such a thrill!

You can write a form poem,
with a firm will.