Much Madness is divinest Sense to a discerning Eye ~ Emily Dickenson
Sometimes a poem means just what it means. This is inspired by the Wordle of We Write Poems, a play with sound and sense.
Somewhere
in the Madness Woods,
across the Rabbit Blue
far beyond the Melting Wind,
"You, me, Mockingbird."
It teases life again,
faint and growing thin:
Me,
You,
Mockingbird.
