Landing on a Comma

whoa!

Landing on a Comma

Of all places here I am
Comma, comma,
Will there ever be such a pause
in the dictionary of land?

So I sit, wait my turn
noticing the structure of comma land
Inching to the hook
I am delighted to see
The hook of comma
shaking hands with me.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Bravo Norbanus!

Let's hook around the amusing view, shake hand to hand as poets do, when the glitter of a smile renews its hand, let's thank the comma of a wonderful land.

Regards,
Al

[Norbanus]

The comma use escapes my shattered brain.
I peek beneath the punctuation's glow,
and wonder at confusion we retain.
A murder with intent and in the know,

should leave a battered body in its wake.
Let's search again for clarity and grace,
then sniff the bookshelves for a clue to make
a death by simple comma a rare case.

Ah, there! As Truss has shown us long ago,
in declarations of Eats, Shoots and Leaves,
we find the answers, we'd all like to know,
as more than just a pause that makes us grieve.

Now cheers arise when in the final stand
the comma comes around to shake our hand.