by Laura Doom
i see the light
i sense the breeze
i know about the birds and bees
i hear the music
in serenades and symphonies
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!