- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Vera, Primed
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More sentimental tripe I scribed,
on pixelated parchment, dried.
Reader, tonight I felt your pain,
or was it mine?
I write inadequate thoughts down
to soothe myself, and yet you frown.
How else can I express
my tongue's tied under duress?
When "anything but spring"
you shout, it's difficult to think
about the notion
that I miss it now, so soon...
Already miss what's barely come,
before it's had the chance to strum
its wings and take flight
into that starry night.
Oh anything but that, the lissome
scents of daffodils and iris.
Lavender or lilac's more my taste,
the lighter shades don't satiate.
...
(And now I've done
my joking, had my fun,
and wait, eager to see
what others weave.)
This was (the slightly modified version of) the second of my submissions to the 2015 "Gather, a spring challenge" poetry contest, organized by HarryHill, bless his tongue-in-cheek heart and generosity. The theme of the contest was that all poems had to have the phrase "anything but spring" somewhere within the poem.
This poem, written as a light-hearted riposte to my first submission, was culled early, though a few of the other poets mentioned that they liked it. Enjoy it with a smile.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoI scored it 2 stars because 1 stars are swept away.
Poems aren't cryptograms tho most 'poems' toe the line tween sense and insensibility, as this one does. Its not schizophrenic word salad, but close.
