Rubik Cube

The realm in which a poet thrives
a quandary, no doubt.
A Rubik Cube for puzzled thought
where we can purr and shout.

Relentless is the plight to mold
our cadence, thoughts, and words
until a song of rhythmic bliss
begs feelings to be heard.

At times the Rubik Cube’s been solved
as is the case herein
though longing to acknowledge her
I’ll twist and turn again.

The light of which Ms. Gorman speaks
is not a reverie
A poet’s flame takes guts to ignite
I applaud her bravery.

Our song may sing the word “obsessed”
or worse perhaps, affright.
But do I err if I believe
the obsessed fulfill their plight?

Amanda Gorman
Photo courtesy of PBS
Artwork by Alina
pennedbyalina ©2021

Two people inspired Rubik Cube, AKA Ode to Amanda Gorman:

• The soulful human who stole the breath of our nation on January 6, 2021

• My spirited daughter, who is correct to state that I am obsessed with writing.

She got me thinking! So I googled “writing obsession” to find myriad sources claiming that to be a writer, one must be obsessed including Susan Sontag via Literary Hub, and Alan Rinzler via Consulting Editor.