I don’t know if this poem is any good or not and would love some feedback.  It’s the first poem I ever wrote and it has had many incarnations and edits, including today.  I hope you like and enjoy it.

grasshopper

 

i have never wondered

why a grasshopper never sings

and I don’t remember

if it ever bothered me or not

It just struck me

as odd

i mean, i hate to go on about it

you know how when you get something

stuck between your teeth

you can’t leave it

alone

it’s that kind of thing

i don’t know if that means anything or not

it is

rather

a peculiar thought

it sets me to visualising him in

the African veldt

a warrior standing on one leg

one foot resting on the other calf

a red tunic tied over one shoulder, staff in hand

listening

watching

being