Poetica Pragmatica*
Sometimes
I go to write a poem
And think that I
Have something ordinary lined up
To go with
Something extraordinary
And the ordinary is there
But the extraordinary
Is nowhere to be found.
I think
And look
And puzzle
But still it doesn’t come
And I don’t know what to do
So I stop trying to think of
The extraordinary
And find that after a while,
If I think of it long enough
The ordinary is extraordinary
After all.
*Roughly translated from an unknown tongue, “Sometimes poetry is nothing but practical.”
DanVerner
April 8, 2019
Biscuit City 