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A Poem About the Curious Grocer Who Accidentally Summoned the Spirit of Poetry
A Poem About the Curious Grocer Who Accidentally Summoned the Spirit of Poetry
Oh, poetry! Once summoned from the hell,
your ghost refused to leave. I can’t expel
the sweetest demon who possessed my mind,
my heart, my soul, my daily things, my rhymed
insomnia, my quill and my inkwell.
In time, I put up with the mademoiselle
who settled in my brainpan, but, to tell
the truth, I miss the times I left behind,
oh, poetry.
Nor charm, no chant, no hex, no magic spell,
a grocery, a loyal clientele,
everyday words for which I must not find
a rhyme, a rhythm, a form and all this kind
of things… And no qualms, if I misspell.
Oh, poetry!
7/19/2019
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
P.S.: I know it's not a tetrameter, required by the contest, but let it be my tribute to a such devilishly difficult genre like rondeau)
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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