With Poe-try you can surely
get your Words' worth
So many words are waiting
like a Wolfe at your door,
for their Cummings into being.
If you listen, they Pound
upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes
Lusting for Moore they Lear
at you when you least expect.
Look back at them!
Like Frost upon the windowpane
they write themselves,
then, when all is said and Donne
melt away too soon.
Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a *Rowe
Taylor* them to your muse,
use your Whit, man !
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
With Poe-try you can surely
get your Words' worth
So many words are waiting
like a Wolfe at your door,
for their Cummings into being.
If you listen, they Pound
upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes
Lusting for Moore they Lear
at you when you least expect.
Look back at them!
Like Frost upon the windowpane
they write themselves,
then, when all is said and Donne
melt away too soon.
Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a *Rowe
Taylor* them to your muse,
use your Whit, man !
