A Pantoum
I
am a keyboard composer.
I
key whatever comes to mind,
whether
wholesome or a blur,
whether
contemptible or kind.
I
key whatever comes to mind,
clicking
thoughts as they arrive,
whether
contemptible or kind
of
goofy, for fun poetry I strive.
Clicking
thoughts as they arrive,
though
the reader may find me sort
of
goofy, for fun poetry I strive,
imagination
my only cohort.
Though
the reader may find me sort
of
strange, I write by unique types
of
imagination (my only cohort)
creatively
different from the hype.
Strange
how I write by unique types
in
the keyboard, clicking, producing a poem
creatively
different from the hype.
Don’t
give me pen and pencil, yo.
On
the keyboard, clicking, producing a poem,
whether
wholesome or a blur,
don’t
give me pen and pencil, yo.
I
am a keyboard composer.
(About
this poem: This is my first and only pantoum.
Since
pantoums are so structured [notice how there are only 12 different lines?],
writing ones requires a lot of playing on words!)
