This is in response to a challenge of one of my favorite bloggers, Calm Grove.
Pictured above is a pink multi-petaled rose and bud covered with rain drops.
Poems are pretentious schlock.
Poems represent a block
To intellectual ferment.
And that’s not all they represent.
Your rhyme scheme puts us in your thrall.
You think you are above us all,
Manipulating rhythm, sound.
More useful ways to work abound.
And still, you do insist, persist,
Deceiving, like an alchemist,
As if combining sounds of old
Could spin mere copper into gold.
But now I see. I waste my breath.
You listen not. You pirouette.
Your red shoes prance across the floor.
The poet dances evermore.
Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew