The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational. He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. In my next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler.
Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler
Maybe heaven will be like Mardis Gras day.
With all the pomp, splendor, and pageantry,
Where the parade is the people,
And the people are the parade.
Nobody is crying when everyone is gay.
In a celestial city bathed in purple, green, and gold.
Where attendance is for free,
And the beauty can never fade.
There will be no crying or growing old.
In the center of it all a glorious King,
With scares in his side and hands,
Suffering for the love of you and me.
The one who truly understands,
The cost of the praises the people sing.
Let the good times roll into eternity.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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