by Blue and Truedessa
If you were a poem, what kind of poem would
you be?
Would you be a secret poem eyes will never
read,
Your writer too ashamed to set your spirit free
Cause love's a crooked thing, indeed?
Eternal lines that linger on beyond your
breath.
And though every
fair from fair sometime declines,
You would be akin to everlasting wines,
Not a fleeting moment for amorous
birds of prey;
But a single-minded work of joy for all the
world to see,
And for you to fade away... oh never!
So, tell me, what kind of poem would you
be?
If I were a poem, what kind of poem would I be?
I'd be an epic poem discovering the beauty of me
poetry from the heart, my writer would hear
Love's a Crooked Thing, indeed,
stealing your heart, leaving you alone to bleed
So, tell me, what kind of poem would you be?
Would you be a Shakespearean Sonnet
composing words, the way you wanted
interlocking quatrains in the rhymes of life
would the couplet at the end bring delight
shall I compare thee to a summer day
would love finally find its way
Perhaps, an Ode To The Book
would readers understand the hook
words of passion others may miss
in a realm of wild imaginings.
So, tell me, what kind of poem would you be?
If I
were a poem, I'd whisper colored air and find my way to you,
determined
to extinguish all things blue.
If
you're the dreamy type, I'd ring forever true,
more
so than a sonnet or an elegy.
You'd
read my words (ignite the fire that will set you free!)
and
off you'd go on purple sounds toward a common sky.
Just fly.
If I
were a poem, oh how I'd fill your heart with splendor,
tangible
for those who dream of you, who dream of being
you,
as you
blaze across the firmament and coin new constellations:
Words
can do so much.
They'd trigger
journeys to the end of space and time,
A golden
ribbon of lace with patterns so refined;
they'd
make mere mortals choke as you climb, climb, climb ─
words
that fuel your heart, creating True reality.
So tell
me...
what
kind of poem would you be?
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Now that is exactly how I picture Truedessa - soaring into the Heavens. What a great integration of magic you two. Beautifully well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alex.
DeleteLook at you go
ReplyDeleteThere with the flow
Two for one
A double one run?
Sure magic in words
Soaring up with the birds
A poem you be
Letting all fly free
Two for one
DeleteTwice the fun
Beats sitting on a gun
Or being a bun
Yep, look at us go
At the blue guy show
When you gotta go
You gotta go
Who said that?
Do you know?
All have said that
DeleteKinda went flat
Times two
Or three too
No dino dropping reboot, though
DeleteAt their reboot show
Greetings Blue. A well-written poetic piece that I enjoyed reading, well done. I'd definitely be a sonnet, as I like the form and structure. It would have to express my loves, faith, suffering with bipolar, and Mother Nature. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteHi Andrew. Good to hear from you again. Thank you for taking the time to read our poem. I appreciate it.
DeleteDo you have a favorite sonnet?
I enjoyed the writings of you and Truedessa. Very nicely done! I would be a haiku. Short but not necessarily always sweet.
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Hello betty! What do you mean, 'not necessarily always sweet'? A little bird told me you are always sweet. I may be misinformed. :)
DeleteA haiku with a lot to say in few words - you'd be wonderful
DeleteIt's a pretty sure bet I'd be a lonnnnng poem. A very, very, long poem. A touch of humor, a touch of romanticism, and a touch of... who knows what else?
ReplyDeleteLoved the rhyming of "sonnet" and "wanted."
Would you be as long as Byron's Don Juan? If so, that would be fun. And now I'm thinking... if you were a superhero, who would you be?
DeleteHa - I guess Silver you'd be an epic poem a never ending poem perhaps...
DeleteHopefully one people would read all the way through.
DeleteIf I were a superhero? You mean, I'm not? I coulda sworn...
Oops. My bad.
DeleteThat was really nicely done. I think I would be a poem that made little sense.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I'd understand you, Mary.
Deletepoem
ReplyDeletepoem
poem
this is called a WTF haiku
Plus it gets to the point, unlike many a poem out there.
DeleteI enjoyed reading your joint poem.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend and a Happy December.
All the best Jan
Some would argue the writing of this poem was the result of a joint. But is wasn't. :)
DeleteThanks, Jan
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ReplyDeleteThe arms of Romanticism... I love the sound of that. Teach me how to remember my dreams.
DeleteSorry, I didn't mean to carry on.
DeleteThanks Blue for cheering me up!
Carry on till the end of time
DeleteAs you climb, climb, climb
smiles thanks Blue
DeleteProbably something epic and romantic at the same time, hopefully optimistic but haunting. But knowing my luck, I'd be some shitty children's verse scratched on some picnic table and on its bottom side too so that nobody really ever discovers it until it rots into soil and a new tree grows from it....
ReplyDeleteThis comment... is pure poetry. Damn, Dezzz.
DeleteIf I were a poem I'd need to be sung
ReplyDeleteWith a heart full of soul and power from the lungs.
My poetry voice would come musically
In song--that's what my poem would be.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
I like the sound of that.
DeleteBravo! Well done you two! Really enjoyed this! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteDon't make us blush, now!
DeleteSay it again....
:)
A naughty limerick?
ReplyDeleteI would read it.
DeleteThis was wondrous. I love when you two make poetry together.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra :)
DeleteI would be haiku.
ReplyDeleteShort, simple, and to the point.
Without any rhyme.
Short, simple abd excellent!
DeleteRomantic and sizzling with passion. Love the collaboration between the two of you. You are lucky to be muses to each other's writing, a rare connection in the blogging world. Love, love this post!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat means a lot coming from you, Grace.
DeleteThere was a girl from Nantucket...
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts and words are pure poetry. I cannot compete.
Who kept all her cash in a bucket...
DeleteYou're selling yourself short, Lynda :)
I'm taking up the challenge of visiting 10 new people today. So worthwhile. Loved this poem. Hmm. Not sure what poem I would be. An Edgar Allan Poe poem?
ReplyDeleteHello Denise. You know Alex, Pat and Lynda.... Well, any friend of theirs is a friend of mine. Thank you for stopping by. An Edgar Allan Poe poem... Grrrrreat choice, great choice.
DeleteTruedessa and True Blue, you make beautiful poetry together. I loved every line of this. It soars.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much.
DeleteBlue and True strikes again!
ReplyDeleteHow we did it I don't know
DeleteBut we did it at the blue guy show!
Such marvelous words I've read above;
ReplyDeleteThe collaboration of True and Blue I love!
If I were a poem, I think I'd be
A Christmas hymn, charitable and frosty.
So great to hear from you again, Blue!
Visiting here is something I must more often do!
Your words are too kind
DeleteFrom one to another mind
A Christmas hymn would be grand
Always pretty, never bland
So great to hear from you, too
Now all I need is my blue suede shoe :)
Well done! You're a poet and I didn't even know it!;) Sorry, I had to! -I'm Haiku, few words, makes no sense at times, profound. Though, I can also be a sonnet. Pain, angst, love, romance, tragedy,difficult… you get the picture :)
ReplyDeleteAh you'd be a Haiku, too! Profound and enlightening.
DeleteYes, I get the picture. What do you mean, "difficult"? :D
True and Blue
ReplyDeleteHow be you
Yep, I'm late
If you note the date
However, I rate
Your poetic skate
Gliding free
With your poetry.
I wish I could do pawetry
Obviously.
Thanks for your kind note
I embrace the words you wrote.
Gary, Gary, nary contrary...
No need to thank me, Gary. I still can't believe she isn't here anymore. :(
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