For words are too little to speak of our thoughts,

And scriptural musings don’t tell us a lot

When words are so feeble just what should we do?

To tell you about me and me about you -

Still today

All above me.

A wondering wanders and goes where it may

The thoughts are not easy to write down or say

So rhyming is silly and left for old cogs,

But free verse is hackneyed and eaten by hogs

Learn some in schools

But for the ladies.

What’s in a meter but fodder for fools?

What’s in a poem that follows strict rules?

Symbolic expressions and words picked for fun;

Glad when we finish and happy we’re done

Sometimes it’s not reaped

Not when it does deserve.

Couplets so boring – O! – Won’t you sleep?

Meaning so steady and ready and deep

Druids and magic and fields and cool streams

Making mere ripples in minds full of dreams