The agenda was ready three weeks in advance
and the lecture was polished as well,
and the writers had gathered to hear the bard speak
but he dozed, so the plan went to hell.
Imagine the tempers and blood pressure there
as the podium empty was left ,
and the writers were puzzled to see the blank space
as the bard in his negligence slept.
So here’s the apolology, not an excuse
the bard’s getting old, don’t you see?
and it’s not that he’s nasty nor ignorant now:
it’s just that his brain is at sea.
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It even has a lullaby quality to it. By the way, your brain at sea is one thing, but are your shoes still out on the island or intown?
My shoes have been “intown” since Labour Day 😉
I am a fresher in Wildpoetryforum. I was going through your poems here. What struck me is the simplistic approach. I feel poetry better be enjoyed than be decoded.
Regards,
And yet, ironically enough, I have been contemplating posting a rather enigmatic long piece in the Wild Poetry Forum in the ASANAS (Epic, Prose Poem) Section. One of the reasons that these pieces that I post here are so “simplistic” is that, for the most part they are first drafts. I suspect that most of them will remain as they are. This past summer, as I went back and read everything I had posted to the end of June, I discovered that I could safely discard about forty percent. I suppose a hitting rate of 600 (a baseball term) isn’t bad, but then, that’s me judging my own work.
Thanks for your interest in my work, Arunansu.