Distracted
While attempting
Poetry
at my desk one day,
fighting off the usual
bears, wolves
and other dangerous
beasts of the Internet
between
the Muse and me;
from
the teeth of twitter,
a ferociously distracting
animal,
there leapt out
Billy Collins, Poet,
speaking of Poetry.
Losing myself
in his
captivating flow of words
I ended
Poetically satisfied,
but also
Poetically wishing
I had not been
ambushed by
dingoes of distraction,
and had instead
written a
Poem.
