Garland of Contemplation

TheCuriousSeed

Time for me to once again put proverbial pen to proverbial paper.



I write about things I've dreamt
And of ways my days were spent
From time to time
I tell in rhyme
My poems in limerick form lent.

Why so akin to the limerick
When more oft other types of poetry stick?
I also do
Garland haiku
For those two styles most often click.

I remember back when the Original Hollow
Felt like a groovy path to follow
A wondrous thing
To take wing
In the sky like a swallow.

Whenever I dreamt of exciting whimsy
When has that to me seemed mimsy?
I often still ponder
While I steadily wander
In hopes my tale won't seem flimsy.

Researching is what I do
Thinking to make my tale feel true
At least to me
Since I can see
Whether or not my work feels undue.

Today as I write this limerick garland
With cat purring in background grand
I feel more relaxed
Since yesterday taxed
My halcyon, but at least I can stand.

Limericks are a form of pentastich
With lines 1, 2 and 5 with one type of click
Lines 3 and 4
Take a different door
Though with poetry, why not so thick?

Why must we increasingly complicate
Without the time to contemplate?
Simple feels sweet
Yet also complete
For this is no time to abdicate.

At times I'm in the studying mood
Though sometimes I want to study with food
Within easy reach
I sometimes beseech
For calm before the prelude.

I end this garland of limerick form,
For boredom is a familiar norm
I've found this place dear
For more than a year
And the reception still pretty warm.



Hope you liked this poem. Happy reading.