I’m not quite sure what to call the style I’m presenting here. I’ve been a poet for most of my fifty years, and my style has been varied. I’ve penned lengthy verses of romance, staccato near-slam type of verses, narrative with complicated rhyming schemes, and well you get what I’m trying to say. I’ve tried lots and had a great time experimenting. Today while I’m surfing the net, I decide to stop and write. I went to my notes page on my iPad and before I knew it, this odd piece was completed. It’s a strange trip through the brain; but the style came out even stranger. When you read it, take a breath at each comma- that’s how I wrote it. Love to hear thoughts on the approach.
Greetings one and all, will you answer to my call, I’m reaching out to everyone, thought I’d spell you for some fun, I’ve got a story picked out for you, if you have a minute or two, imagine you could look inside your brain, would it be wrecked and in pain, maybe filled with a sea of sorrow, or some dreaming thought of tomorrow, fantasies you’ll never live, so much take and so little give, or moments of when you were weak, when you knew you shouldn’t speak, times when your words made it worse, cursed the dead before the hearse, memories that haunt and scare, your so greedy you never share, and then you wonder what’s that sound, above below and all around, someone’s talking and your brain is hearing, hope they say something endearing, would the bad seem small when you compare, the surrounding goodness everywhere, deeds so noble they’re etched in stone, moments operatic with such perfect tone, and polite without measure, the world thinks your a treasure, no moment too perfect, not a shred of regret, love all around and plenty still to give, truthfully someone who knows how to live, or how about the chance there’s a mixture of things, some good some bad and some in between, your share of regrets are stacked up by the wins, the two piles keep growing but also stay even, decidedly strange but continues for sure, half out half in or stand in the door, well fear not good door sitter for you are not there by lone, in fact your surround by millions in houses and homes, they make up a tribe so unique but so great, we call those being human and they are truly great……aren’t we?