There's Something about a Wall
There is something about a wall.
It’s long and slim horizontal lines
Echo and repeat like a siren’s call.
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
But not even he, nor the kings and their kinds,
Knew that something about a wall.
Mortar and brick are far from all
that go into making the immortal signs
that echo and repeat like a siren’s call.
The Chinese built one, strong and tall,
But slave labor and grandiose designs
Don’t know anything about a wall.
Fences and halls? All falderal.
Where are the rhythm and tone that combines
To echo and repeat like a siren’s call.
From the cellar to the mall, in each load bearing wall,
There’s something that shines and kindly reminds
That there’s nothing quite like the
Which echoes and repeats like a siren’s call.
3 comments:
How long did it take you to write the poem? Maybe you should think about writing a book of poetry.
Very impressive.
I hope it looks like I spent a long time. Isn't that the best compliment you can give poetry? "Looks like you spent a while on that"? It may have been. I wrote it while I was IMing with Bess while simultaneously trying to sound like I'd already written it and take a break from all my PhD applications.
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