Opsicocious
You miss your fire nozzle mind
Spraying words on the page,
Arranging them before they dry
Into crisp static thoughts.
Now, ideas float in your mind’s cove—
Pulled by a current reaching back,
Into old drafts and fragments;
Propelling new arrangements,
A slower but stronger stroke.
You take a break to window gaze,
Wondering when inspiration will come.
Suddenly, like a daffodil in a snowfield,
An idea emerges to remind you
of the glory of being a poet at your age.
Copyright 2026 Joanna Howard
Bio:
Joanna Howard spent many happy years writing, reading, teaching and speaking poetry in the Washington, DC area. She now lives in Branford, CT, acclimating to the poetry scene there.
30 for 30 is sponsored by Potomac Review
