It’s so kind of you to say these nice things
about my poems. Make a song
out of one? Why I’d be
honored. Any one in particular? Oh, please,
they’re not all good. You’re
embarrassing me. Well, whichever one
you pick will be fine. More
tea? Let me get the waitress. You
know, your eyes are even prettier in person than
on the cover of your Siren CD. Mine? Why thank you
but really it’s just an ordinary blue. You know I
can never listen to Doubled Up In Love just
one time. Every time I play it
I need to hear it again.
“Big sky above me,
river inside me,
…doubled up in love.†And now here I am
with the girl who writes such
beautiful songs and – what’s that noise, you ask? Oh,
nothing. Just my alarm…
pay no attention, my dear…it’s just my alarm…
my alarm…
my alarm.
Great poem, but where’s the exclamation point after the last “my alarm” line - said line should be double-spaced --at least-- from the body of the remaining text, but that’s just how I’d write it, which doesn’t mean it’s the be-all end-all way to write it.
