My Type

By Vesper Holly

Fri, 28 Aug 2015
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They say my type talks in trees

loves to bend the knees

and kiss the sting of bees

 

you, who were in my periphery

have now caught me in your sights

cupid's arrow has shot me down

while you fly high above the sea

I talk to trees,  you turn to leaves

 

daddy bent me over his knee

spanked me hard

on a one, two, three

spanked me hard

behind the tree

I cannot leave

they sheltered me

in the night

I hear the cries

of love done right

 

Ring on the finger

dead ringer

ring finger

look at me don't linger

 

beside the wishing well

tossing in pennies

for your thoughts

 

Avid beginner

All of me

the sum of none

the small of me

shall be set free

I speak in times

my lines they rhyme with trees

imperfect symetry

in perfect sympathy

please don't leave

 

i was too busy dying

to notice you when you were free

i was so busy dying

you were a well educated liar

working on your one, two, three

tell me a secret

i'm all done dying

i'm ready to start trying

saving the last for best

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate 18
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Zabeth on

I like this- it reads almost like song lyrics (not a bad thing). In poetry, you really have to watch your spelling and typos, because your reader won't know if they're there on purpose or not ("is there a meaning behind "on, two, three", or did she just spell "one" wrong?), but I like the terseness of this poem, even if at times it feels a bit like rhyming word-association.

Submitted by Vesper Holly on

Yes, it's a typo.  Free association/ rhyming free association is often how I write,  I like to write I guess so of free association and edit after and I am not very good at the editing part.  Sometimes I overwork things till there is nothing left, so I find it easier to keep in the free association and then edit out what doesn't work later.