The Road to an Ode

Words.

The Road to the volcano peak in Puerto Varas, Chile. Photo by Author.

I sit down, frown and cogitate.
Then, I pick up my pen.
And watch the thoughts in my mind.
Go round and round again.

I settle on a subject.
Then, I mix my words with rhyme.
And then the ode starts flowing.
In a familiar voice, that’s mine.

Penned, pencilled and parcelled
Then, I tapped out on the keys.
On my laptop computer
The words become a breeze.

I never know the story.
And don’t devise the plot.
I let my mind find the way.
As words fall in the slot.

And when I’m done, it is fun.
To read what I have penned
From the first word I have written
Right up to the end.

I read it like a lullaby.
A hand that rocks the cradle
And the crumbs I then sweep
Underneath the table.

I do it for amusement.
To satisfy my mind
The road to an ode
With my words intertwined.

© David Rudder
2024

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.