Words are
falling,
tumbling, to
the ground
enjambments
spilling down
railways
without
a sound-
poets, are
whimpering,
writers,
simpering,
readers
wrestling
words
roughly,
regretting
this word
squall
realizing-
this poet,
has
abused
them
all.
Category: Humor
on a hike,
to worlds
away,
on this,
a dreary
day.
Open a book,
by hook and
crook.
Dastardly deeds,
done, dirt cheap.
Maiden’s tears,
hidden fears,
of princes
forlorn-
witches that
scorn.
Open a book
today, casting-
your cares,
away!
Words entombed silently scraping, sun seeking, desirable, delectable nuances, witty ways, an intimate g a z e seeping through, words eschew drip down coffers, silencing scoffers, perpetually pondering; How do, you do?
Remington ran
through each
key.
A to Z.
Typing-
the world
away. Search-
ing, every
day, for
new sights
to see,
sharing-
lovely?
poetry.
