Poetry by Carson Pytell
There’s a man I know who watches
Millstones, still over waterless streams,
Enraptured by the immobility,
Who can see a bird a baker’s dozen ways
And never becomes bored
When it fails to take flight,
Who conjures his own consternation
And proclaims it productivity
When he hasn’t moved an inch,
A man who’s working hard
Avoiding workaday occupation,
Whose vocation is vehemence,
Some one never sweating over, rather is
Content with cognitive construction –
Toying with the untouchable,
Never pausing to think of
Resuming not thinking,
Never stopping to stop.
About the Poet
Carson Pytell is a poet and short story writer living in a very small town in upstate New York. He reads and writes daily, and his work can be found in Vita Brevis Press and is forthcoming in Leaves of Ink.
Absolutely amazing and very meaningful.
Once again Carson’s words are well chosen and thought provoking. Looking forward to more…
This poem pulled me in and left me curious. I immediately wanted to read it again. I especially like the second stanza,
“Who can see a bird a baker’s dozen ways
And never becomes bored
When it fails to take flight,”