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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Poetry prances into my dendrite field, taking charge, Taking over, taking me hostage Perhaps I want to paint today, I tell her. She scoffs. Smacks me lightly on my brain stem. Makes fun of me. Calls me names. I am not in the mood, I tell her, prissily. Convincing no one. Least of all me. You do not have to write metaphors, She tells me. We are not good at them Well, thank you for that, I think. She sticks out her tongue. I laugh She gives me a line I decide to dig in my heels, ignoring her The second line entices me a bit They rhyme And you know how we love to rhyme Dram it! I hastily finish the faerie I was drawing Cast her aside and Pick up my notebook which had been on ready-alert, Just in case My muse Trixie The one I give full credit to Daily Sometimes hourly The one who throws me about And gives me battle axes of my own Laughs into my face Way into my face I mean, pushing her face into my face Okay, Trixie. I GET IT! She does not let go of me Until we have written sixteen poems This takes thirty-seven minutes Editing? Schemditing. I am not that kind of writer. And Trixie HATES editing. We simply do not do it. I begin to type, Wondering if any of this Makes enough sense even to me. One of them stands out Trixie has endeared herself to me once again. And validated me. I think I may be a poet. Not secretly any more though.
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