Poet to his Muse
By Silver Spun Sand
Thu, 08 Oct 2015
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Oh, that I could write like Seamus Heaney,
my sweet, or should I say, ‘my beloved’,
and as such, deeply regret
I was half the night at my desk
waxing lyrical again...albeit poetry
for you.
Presently, however, I vow to do my best
to return your affections, instead of rushing
for my pen, to concoct analogies and metaphors
for that delicious cleft of your lips, the split second
you kiss me.
Vow not to romanticise the way you hold your cigarette –
blow smoke-rings in the air,
and try not to find it sexy, for ’tis a foul and filthy habit,
devoid of beauty, but I just cannot help myself.
But what I will not, cannot do, is promise to get cured
of this ‘irritating scribbling bug’ I’ve succumbed to –
your words, not mine, I hasten to add,
and for why, my beloved?
Simply because it owned me, body and soul,
long before you did.
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So good to be possessed with
So good to be possessed with passions. So pefectly put.
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Always love the warm
Permalink Submitted by love_writing on
Always love the warm conversational tone of your poems :) And those last two lines, nothing better to be 'owned by'!
love_writing
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This made me smile, and I
This made me smile, and I loved the voice. Really well done, and clever.
Bee
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LW's right about that warm
LW's right about that warm conversational tone that sounds so easy, but not for all of us!
As for scribbling habits, always need to keep a paper and pen handy in your pocket or bag, or bedside? Rhiannon
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Beautiful poem... Seamus has
Permalink Submitted by loquaciousicity on
Beautiful poem... Seamus has nothing on you!
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It's funny how small things
Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on
It's funny how small things just strike us in a most particular way, you have an artist's eye.
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