A New Poem This Morning

This morning was a poet’s dream for me. Two poem subjects bubbled to the surface. Within a span of an hour and a half, I had completed two new poems. One came from a childhood memory and the other came from seeing a puzzle carved into a tombstone in Ontario Canada.

Steven King once observed that poems are written with the unconscious mind. I read that quote after writing the poems. I felt as though lightning had struck the ground in front of me. Those two poem subjects kept returning to my mind. I kept saying, How, and they found a way.

I’ll share my childhood memory poem.

Padding My Resume


I can remember

Being flight captain

Of my own rocket

At the early age

Of eight years

Five months


I had few problems

Visiting other worlds

With a limitless supply

Of special rocket fuel


And maintenance free

Rock knobs and stick levers

On my Navigator Control Panel


Seating was primitive

On my scaffolding

Support beam



Over a ditch


Of a forever

Dismantled outhouse

Author: William Peters

William Peters is a narrative poet who finds the occasional humor in growing old, past events, familiar objects, and even relationships. His poetry reads like a snapshot in time.

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