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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

A-Mused

A Valentine’s Poem for my Muse

Lead me not to rhyme that’s tired,
Hackneyed, clichéd, uninspired.
Writing poems is for the wise,
Thoughtful pen and depth of eyes
Don’t let my pen leak violets blue
Or illustrate with I HEART you
Send me images as fresh
As fruit in stalls at Marakesh
Hair like moonbeams, skin like silk
Odious scenes of mother’s milk
Won’t tweak the senses, light the eyes
Or make the breaths turn into sighs
Important now that Cupid’s near
So his bow shoots heart, not rear
I’ll write now or pass my bonnet
And turn my Lim’rick into sonnet.

3 comments:

Janna Leadbetter said...

Humor AND poetry? You've got it all, Amy. ;)

Wichita on the Cheap said...

LOVED THIS! Best Valentine's Day poetry EVER!

weeghosties said...

Brava! Brava! *throws roses, hits Doodle in the eye --- backs away slowly*