Oh, such fun!
A play with words
The creative genius
invents a language
but indifferent
is the machine
to elegance and form
Words won’t dance
even to the breathing
rhythm of people upstairs.
note: The poem was inspired by Odgen Nash’s poem, The People Upstairs.
I know I moan about poets, who don’t seem eager to embrace the digital format. But in earnest, who wants to play with code when you can spending all that time writing instead.
Perhaps, poetry was meant to be sung and recited. What do you think, dear poets? Is it better to go busking on the streets, instead of trying to contain poetry in digital formats?
So, to answer Rommy…when words won’t dance, I take to the woods.
