Howard Kerr Poet Prose Poetry

Just a Bagatelle

If it lasts it must be good or is it  just a bagatelle? 
Mountain tops inspiring cryptic lines that  vanish in some moth infested haze,
Boulevards beloved of budding artists whose mocha fueled creations stray off point,
Mother Earth obsessives as they press their rosy vision
into silver clay mosaics,
tune smiths in a dither over windy forest musings without rhyme,
the rising tide of booker listed penmen cramped by their own inflated style,
heady tales that stretch across horizons as muggy moonlight antics tapered off,  bag and baggage endlessly recycled  and repackaged, needing to be told or so we’re told

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Sara Kendrick November 20, 2025 at 4:12 AM I learned a new word. Thanks for sharing this word (bagatelle) with us. I enjoyed reading this one today. I am glad I chose it as one that a could read. I hope my work is worth something to someone if it is just one person that it inspires, encourages or uplifts. Sara K