In Those Days~ By JD DeHart

​In those days
when my poetry was
young, I splashed
verses on the classroom 
wall, inviting observers 

How was I to know
then what a flood
I would open, how each
blanketed outing, each
puff of cognitive cloud

would try to emerge
as a stanza, link itself
to another word, then
drip down on the screen,

I’m constantly sopping
up words without 
so much as a bib?


Author Bio:
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He blogs about books at readingandlitresources.blogspot.com.