Susan, Susan...I Must Confess Poem by Leria Hawkins

Susan, Susan…I Must Confess
Date: April 27,2016

Susan, Susan...I must confess
I want to wear your fancy dress
I'd walk for miles in your shoes
If just to sing the way you do
I want to speak your honest vibe
The way you bring the words alive
Reverence burns into my brain
With every line, with each refrain
It seems the fire comes naturally
Why can't I find that rage in me?
I read your prose through eyes of green
Oh, how your words, paint a scene
How did you fuel that fickle flame?
To keep it burning through wind and rain
I hope one day to scribe a rhyme
Without a muse that isn't mine

I want your song, I want your style
Can you lend it, for a while?
I want my ink to form a stain
That paints with joy, instead of pain
I want to say the things you say
Collect my thoughts in such a way
That brings a smile, or a tear
With lyric ringing, strong and clear
I want your pulse, the rhythmic flow
The magic that imbues the soul
I want so badly, to pen a rhyme
One that lives the test of time
Can you spare your inspiration?
I need a cure for my frustration
Will you lend, the polished words
Ones that others haven't heard

Susan, Susan…can you spare a dime
To turn this drivel into rhyme
The way your pages sing and dance
Some of sorrow, some romance
Have you advice, I implore
Please leave it sitting by the door
A simple verse, a lasting song
Not too short, and not too long
I want your voice, to tint my lips
To drive my thoughts, my fingertips
Like a bird, you sing with grace
I want that song to fill my space
With passion oozing from the heart
Just once to carve a piece of art
I want to write, the way you do
Can you please spare, a line or two…


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