A simple process really. Rilke said
if you must write, use your experience,
imagination, and dreams. Rob Frost made
it American, blending sound and sense
of everyday speech. Shakespeare, critics say,
did it best. His sonnets flower with grace
of image, heart, insight, rhyme and wordplay,
caressing the ear’s most sensitive place
like a whispering lover. I try to
recall those teachers each time I click on
the computer, feel the Muse’s breath flow
like warm mist around me. “Well?” she questions,
softly tapping her foot, inviting verse.
So, I write. Hardly perfect. Could be worse.
Roger Armbrust
August 4, 2007
