This deserves to be read (as it is blue about how little it is red) – forgive my reblogging, but, I like this and feel that you may, too – G:)
I am not worthy:
I suffer from poetry scurvy!
Too many times
I have forsaken the rhymes
That to me are like limes.
I come out in blotches… and rashes… splotches and spots…
If I don’t write, and recite, poetry… lots!
It’s like a maddening disease,
I cough and I sneeze…
Give me some poetry, please!
Read to me of the Ancient’s Rime,
Or, give me, but world enough and time
Then this shakiness, lady, would be no crime,
For I could pen a line or two,
And dedicate my verse to you,
Jot a Limerick, neat and quick,
Or create for you
A perfectly good Haiku –
That would surely do the trick!
But, as it is, I’m fairly sure
My fevered brow will dare no more
To put down words for others’ pleasure;
Buried deep is my lyrical treasure.
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