Wednesday, September 8, 2010

two light poems

becoming one with the tools

our electronic tools shape us,
I was just handwriting “committee”
and a part of me looked at it
to see if it got a red underline,
if the spellcheck had a problem
with the number of “t”s.

by Henry Walker
August 16, ’10

writing and the food network

in my writing
I come into the poem
often like a newly-arrived top chef,
who takes all the planning, preparing,
done by the sous chefs
who have worked below my consciousness,
and, with that within me, before me,
I pull a whole together
and present it, with a flourish, on the page.

by Henry Walker
August 28, ’10

1 comment:

Bill said...

I love the first one, just great, pithy, funny, we all know just what you mean. . .