Saturday, February 6, 2010

Message to Poets

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "message". I am using a self-invented form of rhyme in these couplets, even in the two line title. See if you can figure it out, and let me know if you find it effective.
TO POETS LEST
THEY FAIL TO SELL IT

Sing not of poison oak or sticker.
The sunlit meadow plays no tricks.

Hear note of lark or bee and sing it.
Ignore the broken wing or sting.

Reject vast emptiness of ocean.
Its rosy shells are better shown.

Man’s poisoned air may choke and stifle
Sing only of impassioned flights.


For gloomy word be reprimanded.
Don’t let it slip that man is damned.

This bent brown child convulsed with rickets?
Try gentler views, more wisely risked.


Avert your eyes from floorless chasm.
Erect for skulls a smiling mask.