(why I need some)
My mind’s complex lucidity
dries up with regularity,
so I ask with sensitivity
‘excuse my nonfluidity!’
My body’s old corporeity
degrades temporarily,
so I say with sensibility
‘postpone all luminousity!’
My heart’s tender ability
is undone without a harmony,
so I require humanity
‘develop musicality!’
My soul’s entire capacity
corrodes to dust unhappily,
so I implore divinity
‘exhaust all creativity!’
4 comments:
hehe, a delightful and charming poem, Stephen!
Why thank you, Emily. This is indeed a welcome visit from your good self! I expected to see some computer generated android trying to advertise something. I'm glad you liked my poem of exasperation.
those damn advertisements. I think I shall attempt a humorus poem next. You have inspired me.
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