Crickets
Sing in the walls and behind the books.
They have gone through the set
Of encyclopedias, made a nest
In #23 Pumps to Russellville
And eaten their way through
The rest of the set.
They have learned so much
They can’t stop singing about it.
They want us to know about
Poland and how glaciers
melt and the population
Of Leningrad and the parts
Of a chrysanthemum.
All of their knowledge sounds
Like an irritating noise to us,
But to the lone cricket
In the corner of the room,
It is the song of wisdom.
Journey: [Middle English journei, day, day's travel, journey, from Old French jornee, from Vulgar Latin *diurnta, from Late Latin diurnum, day, from neuter of Latin diurnus, of a day, from dis, day; see diary.]
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Custom-Made Poems for Sale-Cheap (FREE)
In the picture, I am at a storytelling conference writing custom-made poems in a minute. The buyer gives me three words or ideas and I go with it--quickly! Want a poem? Add three words or ideas you would like to see in it in a Comment below, and your poem will appear here--as soon as I see the Comment (well, at least a minute after).
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