Sunday, March 24, 2013

A Poem by J.K. Durick

While Walking I Am

The measure of sound, the clip-CLOP
left-RIGHT sequence -
soft left, hard RIGHT, repeats,
soft, hard, soft, hard,
a stress preceded then followed,
surrounded, muffled by space,
a subtle lapse in the beat,
a softer sole on the left,
a slight hitch in the knee,
a heartbeat....

No matter, the end is the same -
I've become a bit of poetic meter,
endless blank verse without proper
line breaks, forever ready to scan,
a form in search of substance,
a sound looking for sense that fits
this cadence, that can dance to this
endless iambic beat,
whirl it around - thum-THUMP, thum-THUMP,
like dancing with Long John Silver,
or falling down a flight of stairs
missing every other one. 

J.K. Durick is presently a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Literary Juice, Napalm and Novocain, Third Wednesday, and Common Ground Review.  

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