Finding a Voice
I’m obsessed
With rain.
Do you wonder
Why Picasso
Got stuck in blue,
Or Hardy
Was morose,
Preoccupied
With ghosts?
I don’t know—
Who does?
I tried to be Frost;
It didn’t work out,
So I got my own pain;
And stuck with rain.
But like everything else,
It comes with a cost.
This lines are neatly woven
Like smoked fished out from the oven.
But my mind's mind is in coven
Trying to decipher
the central theme this poem
should have proven. ###
Thanks for sharing. I would be excited if I have the poetic analysis of this piece by the poet.
Thanks, @voclab - I visited your blog and read your poem about abuse - I also have a background in teaching so I have seen first hand some of the effects of abuse on children. You have a good heart. I see you like to think when you write poetry - I come at it in a different way through feelings so I find it hard to relate but poetry is a big tent with room for all sorts of different expressions. Thanks for your response
O thank you @johnjgeddes for visiting my blog. I am glad you have thought through my minds mind about the effect that abuse has on the children. I will come by to read so lines in your blog too.