I agree: an increase in obscurity
is not value added. I mean, I guess
some people like to be obscure, but
it's not because obscurity's valued
or valuable, it's because they wish
to be mistaken for profound.
To those people I say: ask not for whom, but why
the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells?
THE CLANKING AND THE BONGING OF THE BELLS!!!
Hm. I could have done better, there. But instead,
To those people I say:
why look for winter where the flower blooms? No wait,
how about to those people I say:
all clouds are white, to the sun.
AWESOME! That's what I'll say
next time I run into one of those people.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
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