This poem and Word Wizard III were inspired by reading a stack of my late mother’s and grandfather’s correspondence-poems. They didn’t so much write poetry, though, as play poetry. It was almost a game; they would write poems back and forth as conversations. They called them “pomes”, and I inherited a stack of them when my mother passed on. When I first read the collection of pomes in December of 1998, I found that some of them were very funny, and I found it sad that I hadn’t had the opportunity to play the game, too. After a few hours, I realized that I could play the game, in a way, and I wrote these pomes, inspired directly by some of the pomes I had read, and my mother’s jokingly self-proclaimed title, “Word Wizard”.
With meter and rhyme
I am making good time
For writing a poem am I.The words fly to me,
Skipping nary a beat,
Through calm or through lightning-torn sky.Through the ether they fly,
In my keyboard do lie,
Destination: the screen, you can bet!Sometimes they won’t rhyme,
Seems a waste of my time,
But I’ll take any pome I can get!-David Safar, 12/28/98