LC's Challenge Poem

The Meaning Well
(O Mean and Fell)

by Happy Hiram

S'pectorant sparks and flies escape its senseless maw
(Echoing barks and lies, delayed relentless caws)
All useful words are drowned out by its ceaseless din
(Stalwarts, no few, turned 'bout by such beasts as within)
The well of meaning leaves poetry's daunting task
(Ravel and glean things heaved furtive, through drawn damasks)
But verse dares to jump over that sacrosanct wall
(Converse scarce hoodlums caught in the sacristan's hall)
For most aren't stupid, they as participants choose)
(Others fall for this dank pit and its crippling views.)
Purpose fills the choice with better knells to follow,
(But this well's dark voice will tell you souls are hollow.)


Listen to your inner essence, write from it as you hear it.