Poet Paul Robert Dinwiddie says this is his first attempt at a "pictorial poem" - if you look at the format of the poem in its entirety, you will see the lines of the poem form the shape of a chalice. I like it. - poetheart 04/17/02
"I think, for then I will drink"
I sit here thinking, glad I’m not drinking.
Wondering, wandering, laundering, pondering.
The meanings of life, thankful without strife.
Computers and cars, and Jails without bars.
Mansions with kids, and Wall Street bids.
Horses and courses, hand never forces.
Bombs and guns, they kill the Huns.
Plains, trains and toilet drains.
Claims to fame, I see no blame.
Movie stars, big brown cars.
A bird sings, cash is king.
Tiny face, timid place.
A great human race,
close to space.
Imaginable?
Possible.
When?
no?
It,
Id.
In,
on.
Then,
Why not?
Did we win?
I think I've lost.
What's the prize? Now I realize!
I sit here thinking, glad I’m not drinking.
© 2002 by Paul Robert Dinwiddie