Sometimes Poems Make Sense

3 May

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!


6 Responses to “Sometimes Poems Make Sense”

  1. RebelCoyote May 3, 2012 at 2:57 pm #

    Like this one a lot, Skip. I agree, give me poems I can read and understand!

  2. Fiona Pimentel May 5, 2012 at 10:55 pm #

    Yes, I agree too, and it is weird when people speak in one way, but their poems are in a completely different style.

    • skipmars May 6, 2012 at 8:50 am #

      I’m guilty of that, I’m afeared.

  3. Catherine Dexter August 1, 2012 at 12:16 pm #

    I understood that! Which is unusual, when it comes to poems.

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