Starting With Paradox In a Poet's Nightmare
Whose words these are I think I know.
His workshop is a nuthouse though;
He will not like my chortling sneer
That mocks his composition so.
If you, dear reader, think it q-ueer
To smirk and laugh, then stop and fear!
What seems profound when in your mind
On paper lands a new career.
In this ironic twist entwined,
I see my thesis now defined:
If erudite, my scorn is fake;
If mindless bunk, then well-designed.
The logic flows without a break,
But I have sanity at stake,
And droller dreams before I wake,
And droller dreams before I wake.
(With apologies to Robert Frost, author of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
