Here's my first stab at poetry that's not Poe-inspired. A.k.a., it's mildly perky. Reviews are always nice. Effulgent MeadowChelsea M. Hathaway As the colors spin around Listen for that subtle sound Can you hear it, dear? Are you near it, dear? Joyous laughter, I have found With my ear pressed to the ground. Can you join me, dear? Would you join me, dear? The sprawling marshes, I’ve walked ‘round Many secrets I have found. Will I tell you, dear? Should I tell you, dear? Heightened senses, they’re abound! Now this I shall propound: Can they see it, dear? Can they feel it, dear? The state of things does confound How much longer shall this be around? Can you tell me, dear? How much longer, dear?
