Mood/Made/Flow/Forged by Dennis Lange

       Mood/Made/Flow/Forged

Line writing, must I feel like verse,
   For words and poems to form?
Or is it when I’m feeling worse,
   They come but have no chorm?

When brow sweat browbeats words in shape 
   ‘Cause heart song does not sing
Do birds take flight and chimps go ape
   As wrenched rhyme-bells wring?  

When lines are built by block and brick
   And not by poet flow
Do they still soothe souls that are sick?
   Does anybody no?

Is water pumped as pure and cool
   As water from a well
That slakes the thirst of any fool
   In palace or in sell?

They seem to me to be as sweet
   As cakes or chocolate pie.
And if the reader says they treat,
   Then who am I to lye?

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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