Today’s poetic attempts lie
on the page. Unfinished.
Entangled in squiggles,
dead ends, cross-outs.

But that’s the nature of experimentation.
Not every filament lit up Edison’s bulb.
Most flashed and crumbled into ashes.

So I’ve flipped the switch today.
A quick feeble light and embered darkness.
Time to strike a match and light a candle.

David M. Frye
April 6, 2009
Denton, Neb.