‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.
He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.
She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.
‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.
And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..
I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.
John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.
I don't wish to sound trite, but this is just great............marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A gentle (hugely funny) parody with a superb final line. Michael you demonstrate regularly how 'anything' can become a poem. It just needs a fine poet like your good self to show us. love, Allie xxxx