I wonder at your mysterious origins
I’m 60 years old and have enjoyed writing poetry most of my life.
ODE TO A FORGOTTEN POEM
I revisit you after a decade of neglect.
I am ten full years shorter now
Yet you appear to be longer!
Your sleek lines shine rust free,
Unpolished, I still see my reflection in you.
Your acid tongue sharper than a paper cut.
I take pride in your robust form.
Your truth shocks me anew.
I wonder at your mysterious origins
And can’t remember how I found you.
A sapling of an idea with shallow burrowing roots.
Now I rest in your shade,
You, whom I made.
Arthur Roberts, Tipton
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