Illusive Utility

What does it take
to write a
poem?

A willing pen?
A nose for the
incongruous?

Perhaps it takes a
moment. Yes,
this – that most laborious
effort of putting
aside the ought
to take up the able;
to spill
ink in a boreal opening,
a meadow awash in
wild flowers – sweet in their
Illusive utility.

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6 thoughts on “Illusive Utility

  1. shoreacres says:

    What a perfect word you’ve picked – illusive, suggestive of both illusory and elusive. That’s just perfect!

    I think the fish soup must be agreeing with you, and the boreal winds blowing free! (I have to keep looking up boreal. It’s a word I’ve never heard until the past year, when I began reading more blogs from the north. We don’t have much use for “boreal” down here. We make do with “blue norther” now and then, but that’s about it!)

  2. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks… Bergen is the best. Next stop on the way home is Iceland, where some 80% of locals are said to believe in elves. Highways go around rocks said to be inhabited. I was there a few years ago, but no sightings. Maybe this time!

  3. jannatwrites says:

    Wonderful poem! I also like the illusive word choice. Sometimes sitting down to write a poem, I find the right words elusive 🙂

  4. agjorgenson says:

    Glad you enjoyed it! Just back now from some time away and looking forward to catching up with blogs etc.

  5. I love this, for its echoes of experience and its gracious challenge to take up the pen. A welcome reminder

  6. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks for this Matthew. It just came to me on the way to Nidaros.

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