GOTCHA

GOTCHA! Poem written for GOTCHA Poetry Contest, Mystic Rose, sponsor, July 25, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !" With a flick of fate, the chubby cherub archer draws back his bowstring, haplessly and happily straight for my unexpecting heart. Cupid does not his dart maliciously aim but rather with whimsical, childlike fancy. With an impish grin, he lets his dart fly, stirring the dust of my dreams and wishes. With expectancy whirling like confetti in the soft wind of fate, I am poised, torn between the known and the unknown. "Oh, Cupid. Do you know your arrows blur the edges of my reality, turning my mundane world into a magical one?" “Oh, dear poet,” he bemuses, “I aim my darts not just at hearts but also at the essence of what it means to wonder." “Oh, dear Cupid! How I love when wonder sparks my creativity, transforming the ordinary into astonishment.” “I gotcha!” he proclaims. “May your words strike your readers’ hearts like my arrows.” “Oh,Cupid! “*you’re an impetuous, knavish lad.Sometimes I’m rather somber, for the weight of my imagination drives me quite mad! What am I to do?” “Remember,” he continues, “when Cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much you can do!" *Note: "You’re a knavish lad”, are William Shakespeare’s words about Cupid, not mine.