vern eaker

(summer of 57 / Illinois U.S.A.)

A glimpse inside


A glimpse inside my mind
As I attempt to write in rhyme
A fresh and new
Poem for you

Poised and ready
Fingers steady
Ready to hunt and peck
Spelling out each word I select

My mind racing
Fingers pacing
I can’t think slow
As my fingers go

Eager to find
Within my mind
A poem suitable to post
Something pleasing to most

I could write of flowers
Then that could take hours
Perhaps of love
Or angels above

Nature can be prolific
Although not specific
I enjoy cars
And drinking in bars

Great now I’m thinking
About drinking
Maybe I will write a poem
Later when I stumble home

Submitted: Thursday, February 26, 2009
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