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You make me do things
I was taught not to do,
things I shouldn't ought to do
because I know better.
I've been taught better.
The best teachers pounded
form into my repertoire.
The very best have counseled:
in poems— let love go dead.
(Especially if it's yours.)
But what's a girl to do?
A gone-stupid smile
settles on her heart. Butterflies
collide, and she starts dripping
rainbow, stars, and moon.
Oh, your eyes are liquid pools of fuel
for this fool—the whole world's
gone to honey. When we met,
this poet hit the sun head on
and had no idea what to do.
So my darling, critics be damned!
I tortured a poem just for you.
© by Kay Day.
Used with the author's permission.
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Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical . . . you name it, she writes it--and does it well. Former host of a blog that focused on life and politics in the USA, she currently hosts a blog focusing on lesser-known stories: UnderCovered at Patreon. Kay is a former columnist for the The Writer Magazine, the author of two books, and her work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. She has won awards for poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida, she is a frequent guest lecturer at schools and political and book events.
 
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EstherJ:
That's funny! Some "norms" don't work in reality.
Posted 07/09/2024 12:22 PM
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peninsulapoet:
Delightful!
Posted 07/09/2014 11:54 AM
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Jo:
Fantastic.
Posted 07/09/2014 10:43 AM
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Glen Sorestad:
Acquitted with great wit and verve!
Posted 07/09/2014 09:53 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Love it!
Posted 07/09/2014 08:55 AM
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Mary Lou Taylor:
Wow! This hit me hard. Great feelings come from the great words.
Posted 07/08/2014 11:28 PM
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