The Wind Drove the Pages Wild - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Wind Drove the Pages Wild

 

Reading Yevtushenko on a Windy Day

 

The flapping, fluttering pages went wild in the wind

And poetry sometimes should go wild, blow wild

To shake those gently slumbering words awake

Provoking peaceful musings into a storm

 

Nouns chasing verbs into logical conclusions

That turn about and bite the reader in the (hand)

And adjectives torment the symbolism

While adverbs, as always, were mostly in the way

 

I just wanted a quiet hour with coffee and verse

But flapping, fluttering pages went wild in the wind