Poet's Corner
TASKS
A crow carrying a pine cone
larger than its body
flapped its black wings
as it flew among the trees.
Others called out
hoarse encouragement
fluttering from branch
to leafy branch.
The effort seemed enormous
but meaningless
as I turned back
to the blank page before me.
— Patrick W. Flanigan
...as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, under unbearable duress and only with the hope that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.
~ Czeslaw Milosz,
in Ars Poetica?
