Creativity, Poetry, Writing

pink picket fences

 

pink picket fences

© 2018 punkie

 

pink picket fences

 

glue sticks and blue sticks

pens and potatoes

roses are red

and so are tomatoes

 

creating a poem

that doesn’t make sense

is more fun than painting

a pink picket fence

 

the words they will take you

where they want to flow

to the beach, or the woods,

or through fresh fallen snow

 

there’s no need to worry

about logic or boxes

run wild through the fields

like silver-tipped foxes

 

put subjects and verbs

in the order you want

no need to have talent

you ain’t got to flaunt

 

it’s all willy and nilly

not one thing is real

speak with your heart

say what you feel

 

scream if you’re angry

cry if you’re sad

no matter, who cares

if it’s good or it’s bad?

 

fuck the critics and judges

what do they know?

tell them to shove it

and to hell they should go

 

see the juice of your brain

spill onto the page

let the thoughts and ideas

escape from their chains

 

do it this minute!

don’t stop, don’t delay

free rhymes from their cages

let words out to play

 

© 2018 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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