Pantster Poet


A friend  of  mine  and I  were chatting  today  about  our poetry we both  write. She told  me I was  a Panster, poet. I thought  it was a joke comment  or something  bad, so I  asked  her  what  it meant .  She explained  and when  our chat was  over, I  looked  the  word up. The dictionary  said it means, someone  who writes  with  no plan or thought. Well  that’s  definitely  me most of  the  time. I  will  pull a word out of the air, type  it and see where it goes. Here, I  will  do it right now. The first  word will be,,,,why.

Why do you  call out to me
I hear  the echoes  deep in the sea
I float to surface  to see who’s  there 
But  I  don’t  see you anywhere 
I am now your memories  from your  past
They float within me so they last 
Don’t  keep calling  out my name my dear
For  I am standing  by you, very  near.

Written  by,
Terry  Shepherd 
January  2016

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