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I am married now.  The wedding was lovely.  These are the first poems I have written since my legal name change.

The Hart

By Karyn L.

The deer looked in the headlights longingly

Hoping for affection

Terrified of detection

Paused with hesitation

Quick with expectation

But common sense

Took his wits

He stepped to the side

Just a little bit

And narrowly escaped

Collision

Sigh, he thought with wistful sorrow

Such is life

When something so lovely can cause such pain

I’m glad for my father’s wisdom

All that glitters is not gold.

He thought of Sylvia

Creature of the woods

Who once broke his heart.

Alas, a twinge of regret

At the thought of those pure doe eyes

That never truly held affection

For his tender hide

Well, experience has made me bitter

And cautious in the presence of beauty

Better a broken heart

Than a broken leg.

And he went along his merry way.

The Poem

By Karyn L.

I shall make a great poem

The poet claimed

With the first line

The same as the last.

She sat down

To think of grandiose things

To put on paper

Subtleties and mysteries

And battle scenes

With no blood

She could not stand the sight of blood.

I shall merely wrestle with words

And force them to conform

With the lines on my paper

Bullwhip them into submission

Thou shalt obey me, thy master

Hmmm….so close to thigh master

She laughed at the swift transition

From old English

To infomercial.

Now back to my poem.

It has to be great.

Perhaps a simile?

That would be like

Such a great thing as to put

In a poem

“The dew was wet like…

Like…

Like…”

Nothing was coming to her

Nothing fresh

Fresh like dew

She thought

How cliché to put dew in a poem

To begin with.

She twiddled with her pen.

She remembered she had laundry in the dryer

Hot and fresh

Like warm biscuits

Ready to be folded

So deliciously

Today I will be a housewife

She thought

And tomorrow I will be a poet

And tomorrow

I shall make a great poem