IMAGE OF EARTH AND QUILL

Guest Poet Roger Krueger


STORY

To begin
this is not a song
it is a story
but you may sing it if you wish

The tin cup
moves along the street
in the hand
of a man I never knew
he sang on a street
in Norfolk
a town I was passing through.
It took three years
for the passing
yet I never knew his name
his cup in his hand
he was singing
while I was watching
for rain.

November 1997


Roger Krueger's Questions:

1. Is the opening effective, or is it too confusing, too vague?
2. Should I add more descriptive detail, to create a more concrete image of the man who is singing or should that be left to the reader's imagination?


Correspond with Roger Krueger at
rfkrueger7@hotmail.com
with your ideas about this poem.



The Albany Poetry Workshop