May I have another
This spring, I found a fault line in your poem,
but what I saw crumbling was me not you.
You said, enjambment’s good, keep going.
Kindly, you offered me synesthesia, but I end-stopped.
With great consonance, your persona winded up
and cold-cocked me like a batter bunting a ball.
I turned like Derek Jeter and rounded a constellation.
Knocked off my feet, I hit the ground like a quatrain.
Who else but me gets sucker punched in a poem?
© Steve Herring 2015
Steve Herring is from Waltham, MA but now resides in Northern Virginia. He started writing poetry after serving 21 years in the Army. He has a degree in English from Suffolk University, and later earned his MFA at Northeastern University. He’s an active member of the Shirlington Library, Poetry Workshop. His poem Jump for Joy was published in the summer edition of Poetry Quarterly 2014 and I Enjoy a Cool Pillow, You was published in the spring The Unrorean, Broadsheet 2015. Steve’s goal is to show the relevance of poetry.