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!
Like this one a lot, Skip. I agree, give me poems I can read and understand!
Yes, I agree too, and it is weird when people speak in one way, but their poems are in a completely different style.
I’m guilty of that, I’m afeared.
I understood that! Which is unusual, when it comes to poems.
I try.
Sent from my iPad Skip Marsden 828.228.9372 Check out my writing blog at http://www.skipmars.com
That you do.