The poem needs a blog
and the blog a poem.
The New Year needs
a poem tossed to the winds,
the vague,
the invisible
the unmasked wind,
the metaphor wind,
announcing the metaphor sunrise
in an old blog
from an old man
in a new year.
These words are stored with magnetic spots
that are neither black nor white
nor laying on the pages of a book
waiting for the wind
from the window
to turn the page.
.
These words are there
to scroll by and be gone,
their movement
leaving metaphor winds
in a room.
….David Michael Jackson