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One thing I ask


One thing I ask:
that I might know true love
before I have no strength,
and the undertaker measures
how long I am, my length,
for the coffin he’s prepared,
from which my waxen face
will stare at those who pass.
Is this desire wrong?
Am I a fool to ask?
It makes me rich to think of love—
thus, I write my song.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #149
   
More Poetry Pantry #391 at Poets United

Oddities

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This week’s Sunday Whirl words: scarlet, first, struck, pair, expect, sky, save, caress, bit, spare, might, behind
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
scarlet rebozo
draped around her thin shoulders
keeping in the chill
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
first prune the plum tree
the grapes will wait till Wednesday—
the cellist knows why
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
struck by lightning bolts
the mausoleum in ruins
plumes of marble dust
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
pair of dead man’s shoes
stuffed with twenty-dollar bills
cradling baby mice
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
expect the raven
to guide you to your true home
hapless wanderer
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sky rolls and tumbles
the fist of a thunderstorm
punching the prairie
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
save another’s dreams
stuffing them in your pocket
with lint and spare change
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
caress the old cat
until she purrs with pleasure
one more smoky night
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
bit, bridle and rein—
after an early breakfast
the journey begins
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
might stories unfold
from unexpected sources
Scheherazade knows
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
spare bedroom
hosting guests tonight
three beggars
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
behind the old doors
the gentle susurrations
of travelers’ dreams

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Poetry Panry #183
 
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