Beginnings

In the beginning, there was the Word.
Then - lots of words and later, lots of phrases.
Yet, that was not enough, for - let us face this -
No harmony in all that could be heard.
 
And then, one night, a weird-looking fellow,
With all the markings of a perfect nut,
Knocked on the door of the Creator’s hut
Who was relaxing, feeling blue and mellow.
 
Annoyed, the Old Man shuffled to the door.
- Who could it be, at such an awkward hour?
Just when I was about to take my shower…
Quite honestly, for God’s sake, what a bore!
 
But, as he was thus for the front door heading,
He could not do as little as surmise
That he was in for a very bad surprise,
Not so much at the sight as at the wording.
 
No swearing, no begging – something worse.
No sooner had the front door squeaked and yielded,
Revealing what a nuisance it had shielded,
Than the intruder said: - Let there be Verse!
 
A lightning bolted and then thunder roared -
No single mortal ever had such guts.
The Old Man frowned and shouted: - Are you nuts?!!
And leaned a little menacingly forward.
 
But there was little else that he could try,
No way to set those gears in reverse.
For fresh and totally uncensored verse
Was flying freely in the evening sky…
 
According to historical narrators
That’s how the story of the poets runs.
And rhyming writers, like non-rhyming ones
Forever since are listed as creators.
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August 2009