Dare I Do This, Well, Why Not
Preface
I can think of no poet in history
Who wrote of things in his house
as then dubbed it "poetry?"
I think the Bard, would roll on the
floor,
Howling madly...."no more, no more"
And, I~being poetically vain,
I went outside first to howl in the rain?
Muses forgive me for laughing loudly.
please, so here I go, on my knees,
~~~~The Brown Hutcb~~~~~
Regal in the corner she stands.
Contents of remembrances on her hands.
A ceramic Madonna in pink robe
Crystal cocktail glasses speckled in gold.
A dance card from my High School days.
Oh, muses!
Am feeling a case of poetic malaise.
My humor is getting the best of me..
Laughing at myself for doing this.-))
Better grab a hunk of amethyst!!
5/13/2019
Noon..PST
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