Iyama Creative
by Job Conger
written 11;50 an, February 18, 2009
Happy the soul who brandishes a pen,
Jousting with the world like horseback-knightly men,
Mightier than sword with lyric acumen.
Iyama creative writata
Some engage the craft by the dawn’s early light.
Others under candle glow ’round midnight.
Boozy musers ramble while higher than a kite.
Iyama creative writata.
Hurts can be assuaged in metric sublimation,
Laughter spread to others in rhymed jubilation
What I did last summer with my parents on vacation.
Iyama creative writata
What a great pursuit for those so inclined,
Groping through the fog for fruit for the mind.
Processing the crude and making it refined.
Iyama creative writata.
Don’t call me literary; you’d be wrong.
Most of what comes out of me comes in song.
Poetry parameters make me strong.
Iyama creative writata.
— Conger had returned from a terrific interview with a person connected to one of three contributions to next month’s Springfield Business Journal. Before he began transcribing notes from the interview, he allowed himself to be distracted by a new poem idea. Engaging that idea today would save him some anxiety. This way he would have to write only one more for the Saturday writers group meeting downtown in order to stay true to his vow of two poems a week. Not necessarily two GOOD poems, you understand, but the best he could do.
Conger is sharing this poem before the group sees it because he finds joy in spontenaety (however the heck you spell it — he keep getting a red underline here, and he’s too rushed for lunch to grab the frikkin’ dictionary) and sharing. That’s just the married mother’s son he is.
Make up your own melody to it and sing it or recite it or read it to your friends or pass it on, my treat. And if you don’t care for it, that’s oque tew.
Live long . . . . . and propapa
