Poetry

[libby]

 I was born a dreamer. Still am. Always will be. It's a way to escape when the world gets too ugly. So, this evening I turned off the TV and thought about a way to get Trump out of my head.

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn't make any sense.   --Rumi

[The Troll]

  Would this be poetry?

  A woodpecker sitting on a school room door.

  He pecked and pecked until his pecker got sore!

  He flew away with his pecker limp and sore.

  I'll bet he won't peck on a school room door any more.

   

[Locutus]

Is that a personal creation Troll? 

[libby]

  Would this be poetry?

  A woodpecker sitting on a school room door.

  He pecked and pecked until his pecker got sore!

  He flew away with his pecker limp and sore.

  I'll bet he won't peck on a school room door any more.

   

Sure. 

As for me, I don't sit around reading poetry all the time, but every now and then I read something that seems just right. And that poem by Rumi exactly expressed my feelings at the time. The remarkable thing, to me, was that Rumi was a 13th century Persian Sunni Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi Mystic.

[AbbyTC]

My favorite poem by Ogden Nash:

The cow is of the bovine ilk.
One end is moo,
The other milk.

[libby]