by Laura Doom

i see the light
i sense the breeze
i know about the birds and bees

i hear the music
changing keys
in serenades and symphonies

i understand
and metaphors
and similes
the potency of raging seas
exotic lands, love's strange disease
the countless stars, sun-fire, hell's freeze
despair that hurls hope to its knees

but i would forfeit all of these
to taste the fruit of poet trees


Posted on 01/29/2008
Copyright © 2020 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Vince on 01/29/08 at 08:59 PM

oh, perfect. just perfect.

Posted by Jim Benz on 01/29/08 at 09:01 PM

I can see this two ways, both as critique of poetry in general (lacking interesting substance) and as the poet beating a head against the metaphorical wall. Then I re-examine the title and wonder.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/30/08 at 06:56 PM

All else is tasteless? I love it, Laura!!!!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/30/08 at 09:33 PM

I love the tight rhyming - fun, fun to read, but then I do love serenades and symphonies. ;) Hmmm, but how can one express all of the above without the other. I, too, ponder the title.

Posted by D. James McKee on 01/31/08 at 02:26 AM

A tight piece of verse! Wonderfully constructed, a real example of craft in poetry. The title brings to mind a critic, perceptive but ungifted and jealous. “Those who cannot do, teach...”

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/08 at 03:12 PM

Nice buildup to that excellent last line and clarification of the title. I feel this is a very tasty piece...kudos!

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