Writing On The Backs Of Other Poets

The Rocking Chair Squeaks

I'm broken,
rocking makes me squeak.
Spinning minds not as they seem,
a pile of sticks, bolts and cracked wood beams,
rock-a-bye baby don't cry
for old chairs, sing not
lullabies.

This poem was inspired by The Rocking Chair Speaks written by my dear friend, Jo Janoski. I wrote it not as a way to poke fun at Jo, nor as an insult, but just as a way to express my own twisted sort of logic.

Don't try to figure me out, I can't.

Comments

[Jo Janoski]

I love it, Billy! Tbank you!

[Mickej]

Billy - your wit always shines through so brightly! I've always heard that to imitate is the height of a compliment, and we who know you would take it as such!

[Billy The Blogging Poet]

Jo,
I really don't think my poem holds a candle to yours, but thanks for the compliment. It's just an example of how my mind works... strangely.

[Terry McDermott]

Both poems were great!