Having once again been inveigled
By the sirens of the predawn hours
He was awake now listening
To the peripatetic wanderings of the ghosts
They said frequented this house.
The stair steps creaking, the walls seemingly speaking,
Or was it just his cat?
Quietude, solemnity, A sphinxlike soliloquy
Of solicitous voices of solitude called out
To his soul to create a reifying remix
Of the events of past lives lived
In words scripted on soft papyrus.
Is it an epic poem, a sweet short story, a thespian’s delight
Or powerful prose that is in the offing?
Having shaken off the hebetude of days
Worked in unvocationed labor
Hazy days soaked in Bacchanalian feats of wonder
His mind now sat in the Director’s Chair
Like a well practiced cineaste.
Unable to sleep because of the promise of another weekend
Affording time to create, to live, to breathe again?
Feeling his chest rise with hope and possibility-
Spending his spare time with favorite pen and book in hand
Working to listen closely to the voices of the likenesses of
Woolf, Bukowski, Eliot and Hemingway
With his cat pressed cozily against his side.
Was this new soul seeking, spirit searching restlessness of expressiveness
A bellwether of things to come?
Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 01/15/2016
I teach AP Psychology, the equivalent of Introduction to Psychology in the U.S., to high school students. At the beginning of each day’s lesson I introduce the http://www.dictionary.com word of the day (I love the app!) to my students using it in a sentence and sometimes including some improvisation. Last week, I challenged myself to write a poem using the 7 previous words of the day (https://coachhinesblogs.com/2016/01/09/words-please-him). I answered that challenge again this week. One key to this is that I “live” with these words all week. In fact, I wrote a poem earlier in the week titled The Offing (https://coachhinesblogs.com/2016/01/10/the-offing). Thank you for reading! Have a most awesome weekend doing your own creating!