Happy Larks 1st Poem
Pondering past midnight I rest unsure
If my thoughts and rhymes would be a cure
I seem to have displaced my pen and papers
Don’t’ have a thick candle, only tapers
A famous poet is my envision
I have cataracts, I’ll need a re-vision.
Can’t decide whether to rhyme or write in prose
Maybe it will be a masterpiece, who knows?
When the words come into focus
I lose them so quickly, like hocus pocus.
Most often I write in the present tense
Sometimes in a dialogue or even nonsense!
A title name takes some time to decide
Sometimes it’s perfect or it can be cockeyed.
This oil lamp provides me with adequate light
I need to stay awake most all night,
I need a word that rhymes with pappy
I know, I’ll use a dwarf’s name of ‘happy’.
So happy and pappy will be in this line
‘Oh my gosh’, Oil in the lamp is low; I’m out of time,
What will I make of this unfinished classic?
Will I get the Pulitzer Award or a jar of pickles from Vlasic?
Perhaps someday someone will pick up this book
Go flipping thru the pages with a frustrating look,
As it stands now, I’m left in the dark
I’ll just end it here, pen name:
Happy Lark.
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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