The value in a line.

The value of the poem
plunged today to its
lowest level in six years.
One writer invested
in a verse,
a stanza on love
plummeted and
a few well wishers
prayed in hope.
Literary experts said nothing.
There were rumours
that love flowed
on the imagery
of a sentence
but that was
shot down in flames.
Some nouns adjectively
crashed into a full stop
however there were still cheers
Cupid was playfully
loading his arrow-
love was in the air
and there was
a verb riding off
on a broom.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Forgive me if I am wrong but this almost felt like a theme song, all it was missing was a piano for an introduction. Please keep in mind I enjoyed it very much but it sort of reminded me of something from the early 80's. But i still must say I enjoyed this work very much.

[Yellow Butterfly]

You have penned a clever metaphor on how easy it is for a writer's work can be devalued and misinterpreted because the rhyme, meter didn't quite hit the readers brief. This is a great piece you have written and is a great anecdote that all writers here at the cafe should read...not to feel perturbed by others lack of understanding of their work.

Really enjoyed this piece...

Thank you for sharing..

YB