I'd never steal a poem
or any of its shining facets
but I'd take the mood
a poem is born in
if the poem is smiling.
A lot of poems smile
but lately mine
can only scowl.
So when I read
a poem written
in the daylight by
a soul who's
painting clouds
against a brilliant sky
as if the clouds
were butterflies
too lovely to let go
and fly away,
that's the mood
I want with me
every midnight
in the basement
when I feed the ghosts
I can't allow upstairs.
Donal Mahoney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plagiarism-6/
