My White Rabbit
I like beer, pizza, and poetry.
And those mysterious rabbit holes.
Poetry is to life
what hearing is to sound,
what thunder is to lightning, what love is
to marriage,
what sex is to love,
what water is to thirst.
I like dark beer, such poems
I love to hear. Poetry
is to me what color is to art.
It’s the butter
upon life’s devolving bread.
Poetry is to life as dreams
are to sleep, like light is for day,
poetry is rain ending a drought.
Life and poetry, infinity woven
together like two heads for sister.
A poem is my White Rabbit.
Life without poetry is sad,
dysfunctional and ignorant,
like breathing without air.
It lacks reason and purpose.
Poetry is as human as skin,
as thoughtful as mind, it goes
deep – beyond any abyss.
No culture is without poems.
The poem-less are like sailors
without songs or sirens,
poetry is a beacon for living,
it’s an eternity for the dead.
Not every poem is perfect, but poetry is
the ancient sound of a beautiful gift
waiting at the core of a newborn,
as the eye of a painter or a touch
of the sculptor forms art,
the words of the poets
are the pipes and drums of humanity.
Look both ways.
Be skeptical of all you see but shed foolish ignorance as soon as you smell it.
Mind the gaps. They didn’t put themselves there.
And this, just cuz I can…
Our Literary Journey 
Another nice one, Bill. I especially like the final two lines–“the words of the poets
are the pipes and drums of humanity.” And hearing Grace Slick sing her White Rabbit song took me way back. Thanks for the trip.
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Thanks for the wonderful comment, Marilyn.
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Oh goodness. Yes. Poetry is all that! Thanks for saying it so eloquently in this smooth poem. Lovely. Thanks.
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Thank you, Selma. Your comment is gracious, indeed.
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So true. Wherever there’s a sound, there’s poetry.
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I like this one. A simple story in simple words. So, you’re saying you like poetry? 😉
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Ok, I may have gone a little overboard. 🙂
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This is a beautiful poem about why poetry is so necessary. Poetry has been around in some way or form for centuries for a reason.
And thank you for sharing your lovely penmanship 🙂
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Thank you, Dale. No one has ever before referred to my handwriting as “lovely.”
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🙂 Hey, I can read it easily 😉 It is!
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🙂 Okay, then. You can just see the tip of my Lamy fountain pen, which makes a big difference. The 6×8 notebook is one of two where I wrote most of my “a poem every day for a year” poems. Thanks for the compliment.
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Oh… A fountain pen, no less! I love that you wrote a poem a day for a year. Wonderful.
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Thanks, Dale. 🙂
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