Sweet Madness

 It seems it's always been like this; when life's must-do Marching Orders goes into over-drive 

so does the pl-e-ease-poem-me machine😝

 I snagged the draft of this one yesterday morning on the shoulder of the road while running errands!

One might think it sweet and easy

To endure a Poet’s heart

But the world can drive Her crazy

With its showcase full of art

One might think it pure procedure

To bleed words that others read

Or to buckle beneath whispers

Begging for ink-jot to breathe

Time weaves footprints hard to follow

Silence can be such a flirt

Hunger, like a heart-shaped hollow

Needing more than fine dessert

Fields may seem bean-leaf a-flutter

She sees yellow butterflies

Brooks never stream with just water

Beware of the night wind's sighs

Far more poetry than paper

Far more touch-and taste than Time

Far-off stares don’t show the caper

Of a Thought tangled in rhyme

One might think it mere mechanics

To arrange plain ABC’s

These semantics by romantics

Simply verse-formalities

One might think it nothing special

To be half-a-poem clad

But a world of poem-petals

Can drive poets sweetly mad

© Janet Martin