PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

it was

a cold Monday in march

when I last cared enough to catalogue

my heart break and flaws

why, I was by then

strep throat in the voice of

Beverly Sills

Pavoratti's worst stage fright

as I was secretly wishing I was Botticelli's

most favorite model

I flopped and fell off

a color blind mood ring became I

left on some remote nameless beach

snatched up from the sand

by some desperately seeking someone

who knew not one fleck of my purpose

just the crude markings of my utialitariun use

painfully undervalued I was to such finder

just an old tarnished ring

and well to segway quite badly

a stranger rather in my own fast collapsing

marriage

so, I changed my mood

and put my once tarnished self on a new love's

finger

and my how I sparkle there

so much so

that I have been a deep dreamy blue every

moment since............

(written Jan 22, 2005 11pm)