On College Poetry

There was a smile in that eye.
Was it me? No, it really was
A greener field, a bluer sky.
I should know, I know the laws
That when it's spring or you're in love
Bright stars shine in the dark above.

And good to better, better to great.
Things appear relatively raised,
The heart spills out its doggerel freight
Of jagged rhythms and rhymes unpraised.
Then in the realm of the blogosphere,
It seeks you, reader with an iron ear.