Nonsense

The poet writes what he may understand;
Try ourselves, we fail to comprehend,
Grasping an eel that slithers into sand
Leaving an emptiness he certainly didn't intend
 
Eloquent words rhyming with tranquil sound
And a rhythm that rocks the discerning reader to sleep
Dozing with a myriad dreams that swirl around 
And we find ourselves in a muddle just as deep
 
Awakened from a dream of confusion deep.
 
May 2014
 
For those who do not understand the poetry, and a reminder that poetry is something like a dream – many confused images, easily and quickly forgotten