Ode To The Worthy, Earthy And Free Versey Poem by David Whalen

Of what would Spring be
Of what pleasures to see
Were it not for the words
Of a poetic potpourri

A bouquet composed Of fresh
and e'er changing compositions
Of prose composed of flesh,
The heart, and earthy renditions

It's the blossoms of Raskin
Whom to me is a rose
In the pleasure in the reading
As is the scent to the nose

It's the petals Of JewelPhoenix
Which she scatters about
Wonders of her writing
Would be hard to be without

It's Iroconnell, s earthy scent
Of musk and of nectar
That's prosed forth and then spent
To delight those around her

Spring brings also weeds
Like myself and many others
Like thorny Raggindragon, Daddyotom
And many other of my brothers

But today this poem of Spring
Is given to poetesses
Who escape from the trite,
Mundane everyday excesses

Deign to be different
Who, like seedy, Mother Nature
Cast their blossoming thoughts
To the winds of poetic nomenclature

We all write poetry and
By and large we all do it well
But just a few…a favored few
Can gift us the taste, the feel, and the smell

Of not just free verse, nor even of rhyme
Nor so flowery, or convoluted, as often are mine
Just Simple, pure… unadorned…
sweet, honest and sublime

And always poetic, as is Mother Nature
(at least most of the time!)