It Doesn't Make Sense, It Just Rhymes

It rhymed, it seemed sensible

Although maybe reprehensible

Because it didn’t quite make sense,

Questions with no answers

 Intensifying with the questioning

But never mentioning any answers

Just mysteries but no attempts 

To justify

What was being said,

The page being fed

with more words

read felt and heard before

But never quite sure what it was trying to say

It carried on anyway,

It rhymed because it seemed sensible

But it was questionable whether it 

Had any meaning,

A room with no floor but walls and a ceiling

What?

Are you sure you’re not looking at it 

 Upside down?

Surely it’s more appealing

The other way round,

Less falling into nothingness

The ceiling as a floor would be best

Or spinning really fast so you can’t quite fall

Because it catches you,

Hopefully no nails from pictures

In the walls 

Because it scratches you

Spinning round

In a room 

With no windows watching you.

Butterscotch table for two…

What?

It doesn’t make sense,

But for recompense it rhymes

I said that already I know

But I need certain lines 

In there because, 

Well… 

You know why.

Ladders wrapping like snakes around the branches of 

Trees

That could be climbed unappeased

Were it not for nonsense 

The cycle repeating over time

Not pleasing but feasible

reasoning untangible

But more manageable

Like conditioned hair

More easy to bare

The sense that the 

Dense trees of time

As they climb entangled with ladders like snakes

Or vines

in their hair

Mangled

They don’t make much sense

They just rhyme.

That’s just life.

And that’s fine.

What?

Reviews

[DaughterNature]

This is a pretty wonderful play-with-words piece! I like the random rhymes, although I wish they were a little more varied, as it tends toward unpleasant redundancy near the end. I would also suggest, during a rewrite, that you explore consonance, assonance, alliteration, and other "musical" devices of poetry to help round out the playful nature of the piece.