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?

screw 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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