It's Nonsense

I sat upon a lonely hill

Pulled out the bottle

Found the pill

My head swam and hurt

Dropped the bottle

In the dry dusty dirt

The sun shone so bright

I could not see

Come back tonight

Come and find with a flash

Where that pill rolled

Churn the dirt, muck, roll and thrash

Until that pill you find

Is in your body

For peace of mind.

I read a poem of three lines per stanza and thought to myself, why not try this style. It is certainly new to me. So here is my pitiful effort at attempting something new.

Perhaps I’d best stick with the old (for me it is much more clear than the abstract thoughts above.)

A poem that oozes from my pitiful brain,

Rolls quickly as if on a freight train.

It carries me forward into the light

Unless of course it happens to be night.

My poem will often tell a story

Of fame, shame or perhaps even glory.

It will sound somewhat like Dr. Seuss.

Oh dear, why did someone let me loose?

I love to write, it fills my soul

But poetry is seldom my goal.

I must be truly inspired for you to see

Whatever it is that came over me.

However, I will say

Whence comes that day

That I sit and write from deep within

One could be moved to tears or to sport a grin.

I cannot keep the words simple and boring.

I do not advocate mild or modest snoring.

If my work brings to your face a smile

All I have done is worthwhile.

This little exercise was just for fun.

Please don’t judge me for what I have done.

Sit back, enjoy and learn

To relax, not be so stern.

This is an exercise in nonsense and a play on words. Sometimes that is all that poetry really is. Other times it is intended to entertain, or inspire or teach. Always poetry is a challenge for the writer as well as the reader.

My hope for you is that you simply enjoyed this frilly piece of nonsense and trust that I will write a serious poem someday to inspire you and make you smile.

Have a wonderful Spring

Enjoy the birds as they sing

And never ever go out

If your mouth is in a pout!