Writer's Block: Poetry Break

[mercy_angel_09]

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Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fires
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

--Shel Silverstein

Comments

[randomdiversion.livejournal.com]

Like that one.

Some of the responses to this prompt are more than lame though...

[mercy-angel-09.livejournal.com]

I haven't bothered to look. I'll have to now, though. Schadenfreude demands it.

As to my own selection, there were a few I thought about. There was, of course, this:

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
The leaf subsides to leave
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down today
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost

^I had to memorize it in the 8th grade. I'm as yet to forget it.

The other one is a favorite of my grandpa's:

My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes
I wrap my hair
Around my bare
And down the road I goes.
-Shel Silverstein

Really, the entirety of Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic could qualify. I read a selection of my favorite poems from both of those books for my speech class in college.