If I were a Poem

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I’d flutter like a leaf
pretending to be a butterfly.

I’d glisten like lacquered branches
to kindle a dying light.

I’d leave ink-blotted tears on a page
to be later thrown aside.

I’d express my love and devotion
as if it were the sweetest little lie.

So, why?
Why such ambiguity and tone?

It’s who I’d be, if I were a poem.

Angel Food Cake

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My sinful little angel,
adorned with bleeding berries
of a new moon.

Your whipped wings pattern the plate,
awaiting a delectable doom.
Cherubs scowl at every bite,
such a rapturing and glorious delight!

A feeling we have,
that’s easily gone too soon.

Lemon Pie

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The world full of gladness,
there are joys of many kinds,
there’s a cure for every sadness,
that each troubled mortal finds.

And my little cares grow lighter
and I cease to fret and sigh,
and my eyes with joy grow brighter
when she makes lemon pie.

When the bronze is on the filling,
that’s one mass of shining gold,
and its molten joy is spilling
on the plate, my heart grows bold
and the kids and I in chorus
raise one glad exultant cry
and we cheer the treat before us
which is mother’s lemon pie.

Then the little troubles vanish,
and the sorrows disappear,
then we find the grit to banish
all the cares that hovered near,
and we smack our lips in pleasure
o’er a joy no coin can buy,
and we down the golden treasure
which is known as lemon pie.

Written by: Edgar A. Guest
From his book, “Just Folks” ©1917

All credit goes to Mr. Edgar Guest!

Like Poetry

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Like treated or natural cloth,
Poetry can be made and interpreted
into anything.

Like an empty plate,
Poetry is harvested, seasoned, and served
by the hand and imagination of the writer.

Like a transparent rainbow,
Poetry is a dismal entity.
Thoughts need not transcend too far to see.

Like in everything,
Poetry takes a balance of courage and failure
to live a life most memorable—

Like Poetry.