Sometimes Poems Make Sense
by L. Stewart Marsden
Sometimes poems make sense
They ring with true experience –
They light the darkness, mark the path,
They knell a mournful epitaph;
They glory in the simplest things,
Exalt the poor, bring down the kings,
Study sight and sound, heart and soul,
Tear apart, mend — make whole.
Sometimes poems are like brick walls
and don’t make any sense at all;
They’re strings of thoughts and random things
without an end — mere babble-ings.
Too deep for me, these wandering verse
that guru poets do disperse
And through their vague meanderings
ascend to thrones of Poet Kings.
So, give me poems I can read
and understand more easily;
Simple, subtle, savory fare
doth please me more, I hereby swear!