While ‘it’ lies lonely on the page,
impersonal, though menacing,
the unidentified, a threat,
a monster wight, an island, page.
But then I find more useful block,
some ampersand another left,
that may release some fruitful route,
for root is mycorrhiza tapped.
What, when, where, who, why, stirring words,
whose terms might fly, found erotemes.
You think it prompt, school exercise?
I find it resonates within,
for here is interaction scanned,
the more so with some choices planned.
Collective noun, collective shared,
a collect prayer of gathered thoughts,
such varied styles that meet in verse;
these poets thread skein, vein of gold,
mined it seems in common seam.
As always I read and re read, so clever with words and I am humbled that my poem inspired another.
😊 This made me ponder for quite a while, Stephen. I loved the last five lines... I feel, sometimes, that pronouns and conjunctions have more power than adjectives