Lift Me Higher
LIFT ME HIGHER
Please don't allow me in dirges to wallow!
Stay with me, with some French coffee or tea.
To some of e.e.cummings to read,
Or WH. Auden, I plead!
I can only some of my neophyte poetry withstand.
Hardly poetry I would call, over the moon.
Writing by my freshman, pedestrian hand,
I want to erase, as if were all is sand!
Bring on Pablo Neruda, William Shakespeare, men of
depth!
In their words to swim and verily to swoon.
Here, on your lap, swaying, beneath a smiling moon.
Octber 28, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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