must I longingly
for you to longingly
for me to be long
Archive for April, 2012
You will get many flowers,
but few chocolate ice cream cones.
You will get many suitors,
but few you’ll want to take home.
You’ll get many earnest guys
who’ll woo you with sincere words.
You’ll get many zealous men
whose attentions you’ll quickly spurn.
You’ll get many ogglers
who will proclaim your beauty.
You’ll get men with no vocabulary
who will simply call you “cutie”.
But when these all have failed the test,
turn to me: the kindest, funniest, most sensative best.
You have a chance/
for heartfelt romance./
I’ll take a number/
before I slumber, /
so we may, someday, dance.
Even nuts withdraw/
back into their shells if they’re/
left alone too long.
A friend wrote the following email:
“I apologize for intruding in your e-mail/life but I MISS YOUR POETRY SO MUCH! What happened to your one-a-day poem goal? I still check your blog at least once a day. WHEN you post, my heart starts beating & I relish every word! Then there is the day after day after day of….nothing. I hope all is well with you and you are just busy.
~A starving, yearning, craving, longing, ravenous, eager, hopeful, languishing (you get the drift) poetry fan.”
In response, several thoughts came up. This is probably the most correct (and profound):
She asked where and why/
my poems vanished. She never/
grasped her muse power.