|Challenge seventeen. Coal and diamond poems.
By alienrhymer on 05/28/2011
A rose is flowering.
A mower mowering.
The room is cosy.
The street is noisy.
Oh, what a shame!
Who is to blame?
One''s internal treasures
Aren''t really shareable
Who knows why?
Perhaps because we play the game ''I spy''
Of endless monitoring with ourselves.
Or maybe, the others will do it for us, too.
It makes not just one obstacle, but two.
The flower of the soul will shrink and wither
Unless we ask for help.
A qualified suitably, a shrink
May help. Make an appointment in a suite
And see him. Do collaborate:
The outcome may be just great.
And who, if not a specialist, will tell you
Why the lines are so uneven,
The dough rests unleavened,
And others seem prepared
To do just anything
To stop the flowers flourishing.
This regimen is so unnourishing
For souls, but what to do and how?
© By alienrhymer On 5/28/2011 10:59:00 PM