Poetess On a Hill

(Inspiration for this poem is from the Beatle's Song, Fool on the Hill) ------------------------------------- Arises at 3:00 am, a fool, indeed. With what she mistakenly dreams is writing good poetry. She needs to get a life to sum it all up. For few reply and eleven hours a day is far too much. She doesn't understand Japanese poetry. It's useless to try. Poetess, my dear, it's time for you to get a life, my dear. Or, learn to Post an image with one sentence and call it poetry? She's screaming loudly here! "Not me...not me.." I pray she stops writing soon. Her poetry will be her doom. Ah, now she is asleep! I fear in poetic thoughts, deep. Dear Lord, let her stop writing soon. And sleep in peace, under your loving moon. November 23, 2019