A Little Night Music for My Ear

[mfwilkie]

I took a break from monsters, paper demons
that kept me up tonight. (I need no sermons
on sleep and its rewards.) Do you suppose,
when all is said and done, one yellow tea rose,
just one, each year, might find my early grave?
Seems I've forgotten how to mis-be-have,
forgotten there are times I need to write
instead of read. Take spinach blight.
It needs a poem of its own.

[GD Martin]

Maggie,
I thought it might be fun and interesting to show you the way that one over structured poet (lyricist, perhaps) may try to rearrange a perfectly good poem, in order to enable his "thought processor with borders" to see the forest from the trees (after I look at it for awhile, I promise to put it back, the way it was). _Gary







A Little Music For My Ear


I took a break from monsters, paper demons
that kept me up tonight. (I need no sermons
on sleep and its rewards.)

Do you suppose, when all is said and done,
one yellow tea rose, just one, each year, might
find my early grave?

Seems I've forgotten how to mis-be-have,
forgotten there are times I need to write instead
of read. Take spinach blight.

It needs a poem of its own.