I Want a Poetess in Me

I want a poetess in me
I want her
To possess
Freely
I want her to
Worship my words
Poke holes in my grammar

She has surprising
Happiness
About her
And it’s not

Surprising

I want her
To reply to my post
To anoint my post with oil
To dance
With my post

I want her
To accept
My thanks
Among other things

She is so annoying
With her attention
That I so
Crave

I want her
To stay
And go away
And be

In me

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Comments

  • Jingle  On 06/15/2010 at 11:54 pm

    lovely words.
    I enjoyed your poem…

  • Jess Killmenow  On 06/15/2010 at 11:59 pm

    You know I just kind of let this out. I am hopeful the revelation of my true self is not repellent. Yet I must accept any eventuality. It is only life.

  • A  On 06/16/2010 at 2:12 pm

    Retuning
    playing chords
    reaching
    squeezing
    your chromatic
    buttons
    OW!
    Bee careful
    what ya
    witch four
    trill, trill
    on…
    (pause)
    (no pizzicato on the floor)….;)

    • N  On 06/17/2010 at 1:19 am

      A tunes in
      N smiles 🙂
      Jess, there is someone in disguise

      Another woman, another place
      You lucky man-all over the place

      I wonder who would you choose
      I doubt not that you will amuse!

  • N  On 06/17/2010 at 1:10 am

    Goodness Gracious!
    So, this is it Jess?
    This was what you wrote for her
    And today I got to discover?
    Believe it or not
    you wonderful cipher
    and the ghost
    She MUST have replied to your post
    go find it before it is lost! 😉

  • A  On 06/17/2010 at 4:06 pm

    A is just a silly blathering goil with a foil, a figment of her own imagination….honestly, I utter no figs..:)
    N is the real poetess.

  • A  On 06/21/2010 at 2:41 pm

    Perhaps you should download your self as a banner offer a big wave to everybody. Hello, Mahalo and aloha everyone. 😀

  • N  On 11/01/2017 at 12:04 pm

    Reblogged this on Snippets of Me and commented:
    Once upon a time, in the world of cartoonish cosmos, there was a poet, a musician who sang out melodies and wrote notes, became a guide and saved the dying poetess with his wisdom and rationality being playful and very considerate. She can NEVER thank him enough but keeping this here on snippets FOREVER digitally.

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