Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Introduction to the Poet's Mouse

If you drop a mouse in a poem
He will hold it to the light, perhaps.
Or probe it for a rhyme.

Then he'll ask you to read it to him.
One more time.
Again, this time, with feeling.

When you've finished, he'll want to
Look at himself in a mirror,
Bat his eyelashes.
See if he can find himself in the rhythm.
Or the time.

If you give a mouse the time,
He will ask you for a metronome.
And beat it.

If the beat is right,
He will want a melody.

And a melody can arch and swell,
Make a point, a counterpoint,
Be notable:
Get carried away and sweep
Throughout the house, for a mouse
Can make any floor a dance floor, as well.

If you give a mouse a melody,
He'll look up at you
And remind you
That a melody needs words
To become a song.

If you give a mouse the words
Of a song - a lyric, odistic,
(Or not.)
Then he will want to live in those words.

So -
You drop a mouse in a poem.

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Not exactly a parody this time - but, still a reaction to another poem, just right in the age of 24.* This time, with a little outside help, perhaps.
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* The other one, not mine.