The Song Remains the Same -- But Do We?

When we write a poem, just what is different? Is our world different, or are we? Is there a difference? How do we know and relate to that difference, if any?

I guess this sounds like nonsense. Maybe it is. But I think it's worth examining: I've posted before on how the poem may affect society, and how the poet can be the vehicle. Which I think is why so many chase our talent, try to tame it or steal it or what have you.

What I'm asking now is, is the poem's effect reciprocal?

Just in time!

As for "My Mandolin Sings," I think this is going to have to be it -- for now:

Brooks babbling and firs swirling,
My mandolin cries --
Tails twitching, wings unfurling,
Their spirits arise!
As woodland winds are twirling
By day or by night
When there are dancers whirling
My mandolin cries.

Came up with the "u/irling" slant rhyme at the very last, when I was just about to give up. It felt great, because thinking of words in that rhyme gave me ones with visual images. Hooray!

To me, the first version posted May 6 works OK as a poem in "songform." I just thought, why not sing it? I did in my head, and it didn't work as a song lyric well in verses 2 and 3 -- particularly 3.

So, unless I come up with something better for verse 2, I think this is it.

But, what about a bridge or an intro? Hmmm ... .

Patience, readers. Patience.