A random genre shortie

A poet decides the verbiage, writes

Sweet mysteries to the page, so why

Do words decide against this flight

Of wimsy, rage deriding

Poetic decision?

Comments: 8

A. F. Stewart Apr 16, 2012, 7:58pm UTC

A great poem.

JOHN BECK Apr 16, 2012, 8:02pm UTC

Why, indeed, Sheila! Good one.

Bernard C. Apr 17, 2012, 5:35am UTC

The trick is to always leave them hanging huh? or wanting more...

Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.

Angela A. Apr 17, 2012, 12:03pm UTC

You have a flair for this!

Tracy Fabre Apr 17, 2012, 5:11pm UTC

Because words think they know best! Sometimes they're right. Sometimes.

Len Maxwell Apr 17, 2012, 6:29pm UTC

I agree with Tracy. Sometimes the words we're thinking are not the words that make it to paper. Sometimes that's good, sometimes not.

JOHN BECK Apr 17, 2012, 7:56pm UTC

Tracy and Len point out the depth of this Shortie, Sheila. Profound.

William Dotani Apr 18, 2012, 3:03am UTC

I guess some let their values get in the way and become arrogant with prejudice.