When I awake to winter skies of gray
And poetry that would defy my mind,
I'm not tempted its loose phrases to unfray
In hope some gem of wisdom I might find
For such a task I'm truly disinclined.
Nor do I bother with the more than careless poet
Who has not pride enough to edit chosen word.
Though neither he nor the spell checker seems to know it,
Same sound with different meaning is preferred.
The one he's used is little better than absurd.
To be sure there are some poets in our band,
Who can turn a phrase in a pecuiliar way,
Well worth all the time it takes to understand,
So richly clever they deserve a longer stay.
You will find them in our pages here today.
I love poems with a soft and easy flow,
Not mystery that assaults my intellect.
A spot of wisdom or a bit of "in the know"
And a novel metaphor just for effect,
Is enough for average readers, I suspect.
By: Joyce Johnson for contest "Occlusion"