Tea Parties & Madcap Laughs


As I sit here
I think it’s perfectly clear
To all who can see
And even to me
Something is horribly wrong
But I’ll shove it away in a song
My mind’s in a sonnet
No need for a bonnet
Trimmed with a pretty white lace
I don’t recognize my own face
I believe that it’s melting away
Dripping down onto the clay
Inside you’ll find
What’s left behind
Is a jumble of random odd things
Kazoos, old shoes, and brass rings
So goes the rest of these days
An orchestra that no longer plays.

Copyright © Drew Martin 2015


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Ms. Saz says:

    I’m not much of a poet but the ending for this poem was very strong and emotional.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Drew Martin says:

      Thank you. I have a few more poems posted you might like as well.


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