Hey, Poets
Hey, poets, how are things? I hope
the writing warbles for you these days,
or blasts like a Boeing turbine, or
whatever you prefer. I pray right words
are paying your screens and pages
visits. Too, I hope other parts
of your lives are operational, a word
I stole from a manual somewhere.
Poetry's a lot but not close to everything.
It's made of words (this just in), which
are almost nothing but also essential.
I can't see you from here, but I imagine
you there making a poem out of words--
as far as I can tell, it's going fine
(and better than mine).
I imagine that poem you're working on
turning out well enough to send a wave
of satisfaction rolling up on the beach
there at the back of your mind. Hey,
poets, worldwide, here's what John Ciardi
used to say on the radio, "Good words to you."
Good days and nights to you, too. Hey,
poets, keep it going--all poetry all the time
on this, the global poetry network.
That's the spirit, poets. Hey.
Hans Ostrom Copyright 2008
