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
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