“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
To Those Who Prose-
It is best to stay away from prose-
you may squint-if so inclined
It takes a few words to get to the heart
blame the onion
O how it makes many squirm
to live like a libertine-openly
If you must, take a deep breath
before diving in-
the wind is strong-
if you catch my drift
umbrellas are for sissy's
It is how proper prose
becomes-to sharp to handle,
inverted, in brief
taking side-steps
where precise ought to be...
It is useful to let your mind wander
alone.
Image of painting: 'At the Writing Table' National Gallery of Art-American 18th Century (1790) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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