An Exercise in Creativity.

Faithful

Spastic

Marmalade

Traipsing

Syntax




Picture: "Dr. Suess' Island" by Alex Ford


Errors:

We are faithful traces, rotting possibilities
traipsing through marmalade lands
making tiny lizard trails, snail lines
in gooey orange peel rank.

Unravel the syntax of such scarlet hills -
tiny mounds of opportunity set for development
by spastic matchmakers commissioned

to define life - and you will find green

Suessical high rises with swizzle straw stairs
are only jarred errors of Nature’s fruit.

Poem: Jennifer Shaw

I wrote this, but I don't have any idea what it means. If it means anything, I would guess it is something like: We have no idea what we are doing on this journey called life, though we seem to be committed to messing up. And if we try to spend too much time sorting it all out, we'll be sorely disappointed in the end since reality is always wackier than we expect...