What a gift to come here today
I was feeling off
(I'm sad to say)--
but after reading a few poems here
I suddenly feel full of love and good cheer!

Living in a gong of hide
The stricken pulses
Beat inside.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
Kingdoms bow
Within its reign.

Leather bell.
Oh, how it tolls.
Telling you you're getting old.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
It WILL toll...

... again...

... AGAIN.

Am I the only one not understanding it?
Some poems have no likes or views
Some poems have a preview, others don't
Some poems are brand new
Some poems are two days old
There's a temperature gage that doesn't make sense
And sometimes there's a poem that disappears off it

*I'm flabbergasted...

As the meadowlark
Singing after fresh spring rain
Poets need the same

©  2017 Jim Davis

Our minds don't stop
         They tread a perpetual treadmill
Un-ordinary tragedies crowd out
          Other emotions
Like hope or light fading
          in bitter interaction...mutual attraction
Conversations that will never cease
          Stories unwind
While we lie between sheets
           Anxious, prostrate
Because we aren't what we want
                     To be
      And we will never be
              What we want to be
Tragedies in brooding nights
         Hovering...a figure
Stands stoically in the doorway
         Staring, standing
          He's not real...
But we must keep our eyes closed
          And fool ourselves
Because we fear fatigue
          And tomorrow