Poem: Not Fiction

A poem about the process of prose.

Not Fiction

A Novel is not a made-up thing,
    a fiction surely, but ill defined
    as a work of the imagination,
    when it’s not
But more accurately a point of view,
    spun out,
    the characters taking themselves places
    not imaginary
Surprising the writer,
    catching him unaware, as life itself
    turns sweet or bitter
    in a moment on the bus

And it’s these moments on the bus
    that make it all worthwhile, that pull
    rather than push the work
Plot is simple, plot takes its own course
    and when it’s going well
    I needn’t steer, don’t touch the wheel,
    just run along behind,
    trying to catch up and not be left
A film in my mind, all camera angles,
    not set to wait for sunsets streaming color,
    but trying to nail down the quality
    of light that’s there
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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