Poetic Justice
Evidence sifted,
Witnesses
interviewed,
Transcripts
filed,
No need for
cross examination...
We poets
We can
handle it all -
Judge, jury,
executioner.
Please stand.
I sentence
you to sentences
To tired old words in chains,
Mixed
metaphors
Similes like
serpents.
Your past
offences
Have been
taken into account
How you were
lost for words
How you
mangled them...
How you cast
them on the wind
Like
dandelion seeds.
How do you
plead?
Your guilt.
It is
written in your face
Like cracks
In window
glass.
No place to
hide.
No place to
run.
What’s done is done.Court adjourned.
And not just poets. Or perhaps we are all poets in our hearts but have not the minds to express our hearts' thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYour second sentence is itself like a poem Graham...
DeletePERHAPS
Perhaps
We are all
Poets
In our hearts
But have not
The minds
To express
Our hearts' thoughts.
by G.Edwards (Poet)
Guilty as charged.
ReplyDeleteSend her down!
DeleteSILENCE! Silence in my court I say! Men at arms take that woman down!
A good post. It makes you want to read some more.
ReplyDeleteSee that little box on the top bar Terry? Left hand corner. Type the word poem in, press the search icon and you will be able to read other poems I have created in the past.
DeleteI like it!
ReplyDeleteAs I know that you - like The Weaver of Grass - have a positive attitude to poetry, your signal of approval is gratefully received.
DeleteLove it. Shall read it at Poetry on Wednesday if that is OK with you.
ReplyDeleteThat would be a rare honour Mrs Weaver. You are very welcome.
DeleteYou covered it all. ...and I feel the guilt over using poetic justice. Did you use this with your classes?
ReplyDeleteHey, I wrote the poem this morning Red! And do you know what"? It was sparked by the fact that you used the title "Poetic Justice" for your recent blogpost. It just got some cogs turning .
DeleteI've stayed off fences for quite some time now; ever since the day I was sitting on the fence with one leg either side. Under the noon day sun I fell asleep and off the fence I did slip. I've no defense for my lack of commonsense.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, Yorkie.
;)
By the way...where was York's Hire?
York's Hire was in the city of York of course. I believe Queen Sland once rented a motor scooter from them.
DeleteHahahahaha!
DeleteMore! More!
ReplyDeleteAlphie
Silence in the court!
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