The worst part of putting out a post is writing something about the poems I have chosen. This is true because poetry speaks for itself. Sometimes dissecting a poem can almost ruin it. Done well a poem is almost mystical. In school I hated looking for hidden meanings in poems because I feel that each poem may mean differing things to different people, and that is fine.
So these poems I give to you undiluted with comments on their content. I hope you find something you like in them.
In A Blue Moon
The sky is blue,
the moon is too.
what should I do?
Pen a rhyme or two.
Window is open,
sash is thrown wide.
inviting us
in dreams to glide.
Catch the breeze to
close or far seas,
just let muse lead
where e'er she please.
The Final Verses
Scary fairy tales,
dysfunctional Mother Goose;
the world is dying,
we are fashioning the noose.
Post reading this verse,
let us dance to rhythmic poem
in memoriam
of fiddles. Nero, and Rome.
Out For A Lark
The larks
are singing in
the bright, blue morning sky.
raw, bawdy songs
'bout Lorelei
But the
songs turn somber
and lyrics become sinister
hope vanishes when the
Lorelei lark—
men die.