A Poem To Intrigue Your Heart, - Poem by Dream Weaver
I wish that I could write a poem... words that would intrigue your heart;
no trite clichés... like 'Moon' and 'June'... but, where on earth then, do I start?
The words I prospect from the heart... a soft, seductive rhapsody,
on paper... just don't read that way, although I weave them carefully.
I wish that I could craft some verse to tug the heartstrings, every time;
smooth and silky... sweet perfection; flawless meter... perfect rhyme.
But as I rummage round all the romantic bric-a-brac inside...
and thoughts come tumbling out, and change to words;
it cannot be denied...
they whisper down the page... not making sense... refusing to comply
with all the rules, real poets follow; very strange... I wonder why?
Perhaps, I'm not a real poet... bereft of creativity...
perhaps, it is all froth and whimsy that I weave... not poetry.
But then, the rigid, classical approach is not what I seek, here;
the Cinquains and the Quatrains... bound with rules, by which they must adhere.
I cannot pigeon-hole the thoughts, the dreams... that just is not the way
the hopeless, lost romantic, works...
at least, not this one... not today.
The trouble is; the heart-thoughts, and the mind-thoughts seem to disagree,
the heart says, 'This is what I feel... yes, this is what she means to me.'
The mind-thoughts say... 'No, that's too flowery... far too smooth and syrupy'...
What the hell... I'll listen to my heart...
those thoughts won't mislead me.
Damn! I've dropped the thread... forgot the chain of thought... the plot,
all this psycho-twaddle snuffed out one more bright hope...
tonight is not the night... perhaps, tomorrow I can make a start
on a pretty little poem, that might just
intrigue your heart.
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