23 March 2013
How this poem ends
Maybe with something pithy
or witty (they’re not the same)
Or, something coolly ironic ―
a twist, a pun, some Famous Name
Perchance, some learnèd allusion
containing a multitude
of meanings. Or just a safe & simple
platitude ― on loving and/or grieving
Could be something s)edgy or (exy
or shocking ― if (at all) possible ―
But there’s nothing new sub-sun
so that may present a problem
and even look a little desperate,
or just plain ol’ ill-informed
So how will it ― should it ― end, this poem?
Maybe in the beginning, where the stars were born
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LOVE IT! Language play abounds. I think it's in our blood, Bobby.
ReplyDeleteHey Amber,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind comment. Glad you liked it! Methinks so, too.
Poems about poems ("ars poetica") can easily turn into slush - hope this one avoids that pit. And maybe it's not really a poem about poems anyway!
B.R.