Saturday, April 11, 2026

1880 - This poem...

 

What's going on suggested we write a poem that starts with the words:


This poem…

“What a strange way to start” he thought.
This poem… and now what?
It has no objective, no destination.
How do you write to something like that?
Well, this poem makes no sense.
Perhaps it is not meant to?
Is it meant to be a limerick?
Perhaps.
There was a old poet of Oz
Who rambled rather lost becoz
The topic prescribed
Was poorly described
And he had no idea where he woz.
No, this poem isn’t a limerick.
And too long to be a haiku.  Or is it?
No topic to use—
The Keyboard rattles about
Producing some words.
Hmmm…technical rather than emotional.
Or a villanelle perhaps?
Please God, no, not  a villanelle.
There is nothing for it.
This poem is over.




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