Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Poetry's Mad

     a towel released cross
       a sheepish floor
     lizards grin at
       what they adore 

     time stands still
       feet replace hands
     only the robots
       shall understand

     of nameless deaths
       blind men sing
     harmonizing
       on apron strings         

     do racecars whir
       around the track
     as icecaps melt
       like pancakes stacked

     poetry's mad
       it’s plainly seen
     watching huskies howl
       ~ the moon doth preen

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Frank Sheehan August 29, 2024 at 1:20 PM Fantastic rhyme. Great rhythm and flow. It rings of truth. Enjoyed.

Joe Maverick August 29, 2024 at 12:13 PM What I want to know G W...Dear poet.! Is where The wall is? That this bounced off of..' And Don't tell me you did the bouncing..' lol ))) this Cane (from way out where..!) I am convinced of this and There is no changing my mind..! Thats my interpretation in non partisan consideration.' If you dont agree produce the wall..' lol)))

Paula Goldsmith August 29, 2024 at 11:53 AM Your "Poetry''s Mad" is a creative write. Have a fun day writing away.................

Regina Elliott August 29, 2024 at 9:19 AM Wow, Gershon, a kaleidoscope of a poem. Unusual but vibrant. Happy Thursday :))))

Benjamin Bartley August 28, 2024 at 9:41 PM The moon is preening the huskies while they howl? Yes, that's some mad poetry. Thanks for sharing.

Tom Cunningham August 28, 2024 at 9:36 PM Poetry or the poet lol. Tom