POETRY

Making Sense of the Nonsensical

A daisy-chain poem

Artwork by Janaka Stagnaro

So I ‘ve been invited
To do a daisy-chain poem,
Can’t say I don’t have the time,
I’m just sitting at home.

Poets are counting on me,
I need to do my bit;
If I don’t do my part,
All their poems will turn to shit.

So I here I sit
Banging away at the keys.
Am I really making sense,
Or just sense to me?

Well, I guess that’s the question
That we poets do strive,
To make sense of the nonsensical,
To make sense that we’re alive.

Although doubts cross my mind
In this time of Covid,
To make sense of our citizens
Shopping sans mask, it’s carefully hid.

But what the hell, I’m a poet;
I’ll just keep pulling words from my hat.
While one orange politician
Just pulls them, well, out of his… ass.