Tuesday, March 15, 2022


 Poem #38

Time to write a lousy poem.

One that doesn’t work on any level

No flow, no rhyme

Spirals into a core of infinite complexity

A din of terrified cacophony

Guttural groans

From depths of hell

Primitive utterances

Nonsensical, sensical

Repetitive patterning 

Sing song, sing song

Tra la la la la, la la la la la la

A melody, a symphony

A smiling

Now laughing

Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha 
Laughing with all the others.

Eyes gleaming

Faces loosening

Lips and tongue shaping 

Speaking, words, speaking

Words and then lines

Lilting along as rhymes

In ever accelerating cadences

Completely and wholly connecting

This will be the one I don’t show

To anyone else.

One just for me

Whenever I start to think

It's too all too much

Thank you very much

I've had just about enough

If it ever comes

to that, the hope is,

I wont have to read it alone


No comments: