Shall I compare thee to a pile of dung
Left, still warm and steaming, by my horse?
So graceful, so well groomed, so well hung.
I describe the creature not myself of course
And pray my words may not, my darling, cause dismay.
Oh forgive a fool whose ardour outruns his tongue.
Should my simple similes offend thee what can I say
But that ’tis from untrimm’d spontaneity they’ve sprung?
If thou wrinkle thy nose at the smell, even sight
Of manure let my lips bid you reconsider the conceit.
Coming upon such ordure to the gardener is a delight
To be shovelled up and carried away tout de suite
For forking it into a bed is surely only but meet.
Without such sustenance would a rose smell so sweet?
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This was written especially for Jamie Dides’ Wednesday Writing Prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘Reinvention’.
ONLY NOW IS
Taking the next step …
Contraction? Or expansion?
One terrible affliction
Thinking gets enmeshed
Goes blind lost in emotion
Pure intuition cut adrift
Time to let go
Sit still as silence
Thirty minutes and reboot
Duly calm readdress the issue
If caterwauling chitcat reinvades
Stop – take ten deep breaths
Ten – one after the other
Give yourself a hug or two
Tap your baton a time or two
For you are conductor here
Call the players to order
And issue your order
Da capo – Da capo
And et cetera
TAKING THE PLUNGE
Ask not for whom the bell
Twice burned and counting
So why should you trust me
Or I you, dear, come to that
I know trust (trussed) already
Tied up in (k)nots and musts
You get my drift – no sure line
Pulled off course of course and
Aimed straight at some maelstrom
While tolls impulsive, irresponsible
Irredeemable, irresistible this knell
This undisclosed pocked magnet
Drives our two compasses haywire
The alarm bell rings seconds away
Sucked in under the sucker punch
Say goodnight, Grace, say goodnight