I am a poet, and I complain.
The Sestina hurts my brain.
The Sonnet feels too old.
Free verse is uninspiring.
Haiku is just too cold.
Limericks are just schticks.
Tongue twisters give me blisters.
The Song runs much too long.
I have nothing left to write.
Naught but words about my plight.
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ReplyDeleteNever Say Goodnight, by zeld
ReplyDeleteGood night, my love
Until tomorrow,
Here I lay frozen
drenched in sorrow
and terrors beckon
and the fates bemuse.
I shut my eyes
But, ‘tis no use.
Meet me again,
where the clouds have no quarter,
where passions fly,
and love is the order.
I'll see you there,
across the distance,
and pull ever closer,
with sweet insistence.
Kiss me in this sacred air,
hold me tight,
and show you care,
and forever may we ever share,
…and never say good night.