A left and a right and a left-hop-skip
I think I've gone and hopped right off it
I've let myself dive into the persistent cloud-cover,
feeling the gray and gloomy days.
While lush mountains with their woolly green coats
flock the sulking Shepard.
Who sits on her rock and consoles her heart
drawing rivers with a stick in the mud
You see, the earth and the rain are playing a game
coaxing this crab from her shell.
For sit long enough on the most comfortable rock
and your bony ass will get sore
And your numb bum and the soft filtered sun
will cause you to stretch and to eye (unawares)
Whereupon Mother Kesey and her gang of merry pranksters
Swiftly sneeze you into the sky.
If i were the rain,ReplyDelete
that could join heaven and earth,
that could never connect,
could i join two hearts as well?
Great poem. Keep it up.
Which basically means you're forced to write? :))ReplyDelete
Seems like this poem will be a great hit someday!ReplyDelete