Riff On Lainey's Undercurrent. Poem by David McLansky
Riff On Lainey's Undercurrent.
Your crimson blush....
Your oceans flow....
Resembles not....
An undertow, ....
For you are honest....
Sweet and frank....
Your emotions tide....
Laps at your banks; ....
You are the seasons....
Ebb and flow, ....
Sometimes you wane, ....
You swell and grow; ....
Your face is like....
A looking glass....
Where every thought....
Is seen to pass; ....
And yet this lack....
Of subtlety, ....
Does not at all....
Diminish thee; ....
Your blush invites....
Men to advance....
When they are captured....
By your glance.....
....
....
...
Very nice flow, bar one line.. Your emotions tide.... I would just remove the Your, to leave Emotions' tide Laps at your banks
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:02:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
... Myke's Riff, on David's Riff on Lainey's Undercutting The descriptions you render are all vaguely familiar I recall in the yesterdays. She wielded such luster Came on like gangbusters With her remarkable ways. I was along for the ride Matching stride for stride Then ran into your riffing. I tried hard to wrest Truly gave it my best All I was doing was whiffing. Eventually I was such a bore She turned me from her door Apparent, I would not get her. Now I happily string along Role-ing, one of her throng Alas, she just likes you better.