Choose Me
I am as ready as I’ll ever be,
my door unlocks and opens easily
to any visitor, my walls are thin
and breakable, you may as well come in.
Take me - I’m not particular or
proud,
(refined by nature, but you can be
loud),
I’d love a swineherd better than a
fine
thin-blooded prince who wouldn’t
throw a line
to save me. Feel how cold I am, I’ve
lit
a fire but lack the stuff to throw on
it:
something good to burn, if you’ll be
so kind,
a high conceit or bawdy joke – don’t
mind.
Come now. My sheets are white and I am
free.
I am a poet lost for words. Choose me.
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12 comments:
Do you want to be found? Or do you want to search and choose?
Adore it. Permission to take it to the upcoming pissed-poets-in-the-park session? Alongside The Mermaid, who chose to remain quiet last year but wants a go this time…
x
Hi Zhoen,
It's - um - a poem. But I'll take your question as rhetorical :)
Ms Mr - absolutely! And please, it should be read when extremely pissed, ja? Pleased that Mermaid has asked to be included. Mwah!
x
Thank you - and fear not: extremely pissed we can do.
Will let you know how it all was…6th July being the day.
x
(a red-brick gate post with the number 8 on it)
Love it!
Thanks upnorth :)
...and has he turned up yet? I think the poem itself was itself a harbinger of his return... as writing about not writing so often is! Paradox we love you...
too man 'itself's going on there. Just saying
And that is the weirdest WV I ever saw - blurred photo image of N2 on a pebble dash gate post - who creates these things??
that's 'too many' - time to stop...
F B - too many 'itselfs'? I only counted one!
Yes we *do* love paradox :) x
That's one gingery poem... at least the way I read it.
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