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Click hereSweet little gaggle of lines
Your time has come.
You've amused my commuting hours
And when my fellows've chatted up
The amazing doings of their toddlers,
As mine're dull and grown,
I've thought about you.
When I'm idle and bored
You've been my Sudoku,
Though of an inferior sort -
Whose problems may have many solutions
But then again, may have none.
Now you must take your chances,
You're freed,
Perhaps to get a vote or two,
Perhaps to get a kind mention
Perhaps to get a hundred reads,
Then phssst, it's total obscurity for you.
Sooner or later alas,
Our children must stand on their abilities,
And looked at without bias,
Yours I fear're few.
A poet writes on poem writing. I like it. I like the self depricating spirit, the humor, the images and the slight melancholy. This is the right kind of poem for me.
Yeah what they said...and more...I like these lines:
You've been my Sudoku,?
Though of an inferior sort -
Ha Ha it's your child ... but see it's up on it's feet and standing alone without support!
Ahhh, fickle muse amused by filling you with brilliant lines when far away from paper and pen. It's like a phantom line that vanishes as quick as it appears.
How many of us have thought up poems while we drive or commute by train or bus? I know I have, and you've captured perfectly the idle woolgathering that brings such poems to light. Is it profound or utterly beautiful? No, but it does what it seems intended to do and that's good enough.
A recommendation on the new poems review thread and a few fives at least before this one slips into obscurity. :)