(first published January 2017
Smitten
Please make your point, Madam
spare me the hints and hyperbole
your subtle suggestions are quite a lot
for one who prefers words spoken verbally
in addition to clear and simple…at all cost.
Please make your point, Madam
be so kind as to avoid this torture
What do you want from me? I beg you to say!
Just as I think I understand your demeanor,
and decide to venture a move—you’re off.
Just as I think I catch your drift…do I earn your fancy?
Say, how can I tell? I really hoped that I know you well.
But my imagination is befuddled…trying to see,
my poor heart muddled…beating a loud tattoo.
Pray tell: what are your intentions for me?
Marching off to war is far more assuring
my enemies always make their intentions clear to me…
and in return I do do not lead them on unfairly.
Please make your point, Madam—
What is your business with me?
© Sometimes, 2017
This is intriguing! I will come back and read this again…
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thanks Pam, I enjoyed writing that poem, but have no idea where it came from.
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That’s the best kind!
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maybe influenced by my wordle about the Sentry…or vice versa.
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