love poems
so much that
I keep trying
to entice them with
the utmost flattering
pretending imitation
hoping that perhaps one
might glance in passing
eyes alight with
that twinkling

A riff off the Poetic Asides prompt, with a Public Image Ltd. pseudo-title, rotting out teeth and selling out life not included.

We’ll see if I can tackle last year’s RWP prompt for Not Without Poetry. I couldn’t come up with phrasing for lightbulb moments last year, either. The ones that I remember are mathematical. Maybe.

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