Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Speed Poem

How fast can you write a poem
And let it flow
And let it rock
And forget about the words
And the tones
And the sunsets falling over the hill on
those cold winter nights
Just let the words come
Like breath
Like the deep birth of moons
And scorpions
And forget about the hours
And the moments
And the little man in the corner
writing down names
and notes on your life.
Just write
Write fast and hard
Like the hawk swooping down
To catch the squirrel
Then standing motionless over his catch
Refusing to move
Even when the lights of an old Volvo
Are shined on him.
Even when people point
And whisper
And stare.
Be
The poem
The words
The shadows of light
On the green of the hill.
Forget
What it feels like to feel
To taste
To touch
Just be the vessel
And let whatever comes
Come.
How fast can you write a poem.
Faster than you thought
You could.