This Poem Belongs to No One

Mar 17

This poem belongs to no one,
From air so thin it’s plucked,pencil-with-Dahl-name
It started in a moment,
I really thought it sucked.
 
Hiding in its dormancy,
At which I think you’ll gasp,
It renders near reality,
It’s now within your grasp.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From trademarks it is free,
It’s not a legal entity,
It’s simply part of me.
 
It never will be printed,
For books or films it’s not,
These words don’t have a chance in well…
They haven’t got a shot.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From minds so weird like mine,
It’s likely to stay hidden,
And I think that’s just fine.

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl