Horse and poem street art (Photo credit: Marshall Astor – Food Fetishist)
I sit, sigh, breathe
and then I weave
such silly words,
like tortured birds,
dreams, sorrow,
moon, love…maybe
tomorrow.
And I hope my knots
can hold fast these thoughts
when by the road
I leave them.
Wondering if you’ll stop,
pick up what I dropped,
and when you read,
believe them.
I don’t do rhyming poetry, so I don’t know why I did this. But I did. And that’s the poet’s lot, I guess. You don’t ask why or how or what you write, you just write. And then I leave it for you–whoever You are–to pick it up and do with it what you will.
There! Done! Sorry for the litter.
But, Joe. It is obvious to me that your muse wanted to rhyme. Silly, fun, so not the expected Joe poetry. Thanks for the grin. 😀 Hope silliness perrmeates your day. Xox
Beth
yes, it works so well here… actually, i love this.
A fine poem of some extreme merit….Enjoyed!!
This is amazing! The poem reads so smoothly with the rhyme scheme. 🙂 One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, I say.
Hahahaha – love this! So light – an absolute delight 😉
Lovely sweet poem, Joe! *smiles from here* I love its lightness of being 🙂 xox
I picked up on a comment you made on Facebook to a FriesenPress piece – we just write down those voices in our head – what else can we do. Decided to hop over to your blog – glad I did. Nice poem – even it if isn’t your regular sort of thing.
This is just plum tasting good, Joe. I too am not a fan of rhyme poetry–mainly end-rhymes. What you have done with this poem is just magical. It reminds of the Biblical parable about the “sower of seed.” Great work here, man.
Love this Joe–smiles!
Haha, so you see, you’re not in charge of your life. It’s your muse, who’s teasing you. Haha!
Anyway, poet guy, you can do anything for me and carry off the prize 🙂