FUN Poems.
Prosody
I've never studied prosody
and I'm not sure I should.
My mind would prob'ly paralyze;
my brain would seem like wood.
It doesn't matter, anyway;
it's just a bunch of rules --
I prob'ly wouldn't follow, 'cuz
I'm not so good with tools.
I think it's all about the way
you count stuff and keep score,
but I get lost, can't concentrate,
confused by "less" and "more".
Structure, form, the shape it takes
seem just short of the point
the poet might be trying to make
as readers "case the joint."
In bowing out of studying
I mean no disrespect.
I'm just not sure, technically,
of how we can connect
with reader after reader, who
really may not "know"
intricacies and subtleties
the academics blow
out of proportion, trying hard
to show that they are bright,
but somehow come up very short
and can't agree what's "right."
So I'll just go on writing "stuff"
I think and "stuff" I feel.
My chariot will trundle on
with its square, wooden wheels.
With Richard Shelton I will join
in watching what occurs
within me and around me,
to minimize the our fears
that persons who don't think a lot
about what really counts
will still believe the same mistake, --
that counting will win out!
(LEB 9/16/04)
