Piece

I love to tell a story

Factual or made up.

And I love to type free verse,

Even the occasional rhyme

From time to time.

 

Love making conversation

Watching telly

Playing on Facebook

And surfing that ocean called The Worldwide Web.

 

In the nineteen sixties or seventies or whenever

I read a book in Pudsey Library

About a teacher who encouraged his students

To express themselves fully in free verse.

 

He wrote of short lines that

Shock!

And longer lines that linger in their elucidation of logical algorithms.

But otherwise there were no rules,

No doggerel-metres to follow,

Just freedom of expression.

So now I write this way myself.

Or rather, type.

 

And I keep typing.

Always typing.

One thing or another.

Constantly compelled to type

Something or other

Whether it’s a piece like this

Or not.

 

I keep on posting

And sharing

On the internet

Posting and sharing.

Hoping of course

That you will heed my words

And maybe have a go

Yourself.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 22\2\2023.