The Right Words

I remember as a child, one of my tasks was to
clean the debris from the pinto beans,
quality control in the home, the last stop before
the boiling pot and dinner meal.

Writing poetry is much the same,
filtering each word, tossing out the ones
that crunch on the ear if left unedited.

Words; individual letters whose sounds
are combined to make meaning, several sounds
then linked together to create a cadence and
rhythm like a pounding drum,
arranged for the listener's pleasure

The sapphire sky reflected in the water
lapping gently on the sandy shore.