November 15-17, 2018

I know of some whose lilting words

flit free the air as though were birds

with rhythm light and gentle rhyme

Dear Reader tempt to while their time

upon a pleasant poesy

where I employ much cruder means

akin the buzz-saw drone of bees

staccato burst upon one’s sense

and seldom from this form relents

to pen a pleasant poesy

I could not tell you which is best

if hurried words are equal blest

as those of brilliant golden flow

or, dimmed before a greater glow

defer to pleasant poesy