Leon FlemingÂ
I see an author sitting stillÂ
a page and pen nearby,Â
And all the pages waiting tillÂ
the frugal pen drew by.Â
No thought to author of the penÂ
nor melody untiedÂ
Who sat and gazed on at the pageÂ
the blank, unhelpful side.Â
It fell upon the tabletopÂ
abiding on untilÂ
The writer drew upon his mindÂ
and let the story spill.Â
But fraught with frantic melodiesÂ
the author lost his train of thought,Â
His story found no lasting rhymeÂ
distraught so he became.Â
The author then, I saw, did speakÂ
and bellow down uponÂ
That page just lying there—What cheek!Â
to sit here staring on.Â
He yelled and bellowed very loudÂ
and drew a passing stareÂ
As still he screamed unto that crowdÂ
of pages sitting there.Â
Then in a fit, he left a bitÂ
and drank some water, tillÂ
His breath was slower, he could sitÂ
to watch the pages more.Â
Leon Fleming
Leon Fleming has lived a cozy life — so far — moving from place to place in California. Although he cannot bear the thought of leaving the great waves and the many sands of Fort Bragg, he wishes to move to northern Idaho, where you can hunt in your own backyard. He is currently working on an epic fantasy novel entitled The Shadow of Judgement, and is in the slow but steady process of writing poetry, outlining various manuscripts, making detailed maps, entering poetry contests, studying linguistics, poetry, prose, as well as other things, reading, listening to music, eating, sleeping, and creating a large amount of languages for a fictional fantasy world. Right now, he’s probably sitting at home, reading a book and drinking a large cup of coffee.
Not bad, Sir Leon!
Why, thank you, sir!
Where has this poem been all my life? I love this! 🙂
Thanks!
Essie and I love the poem. Looking forward to your novel.
Why, thanks, Madame!