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Marianne Moore once defined 'poetry' as "Imaginary gardens with real toads in them". I found this such a striking definition of something that captures the values of poetry that I couldn't leave it alone.

I've been writing - attempting - poetry since I knew how to hold a pen(cil). Some poems I write I like, most I don't, but every now and then I feel compelled to write them down, like a flush of emotion that demands access to some sort of visible medium that can later be accessed and reconsidered. I thought, maybe, that sharing these poems could help me out a little. I welcome critiques, critical and constructive (though I do, of course reserve the right to ignore the sharper sides of people's tongues ;) ), and hope that in return for your help I can leave you with something better than sorry attempts at a craft which only a tiny few have ever really mastered.

Clear Skies~V

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tributes to Roxanne

With Apologies to Sting

Roxanne,
Don't wear that bright red dress tonight.

You wandered down the street again
You fixed up your hair and make-up again
Don't wear that bright red dress again.

You don't have to walk that street, my dear,
You know where it goes and where it leads
Last week you came back with a black eye,
I know you did it cos you thought you had to,
But think about it some more tonight.

You wandered down the street again
You fixed up your hair and make-up again
Don't wear that bright red dress again.

Roxanne,
Don't wear that bright red dress tonight.

There's always anger in your eyes and fear
You don't think you know what's coming to you,
But you stand there in rain or stars every night,
I know you don't think you can let it go,
But think about it at least some tonight.

Roxanne,
Don't wear that bright red dress tonight.

Roxanne,
Don't wear that bright red dress again tonight,
You've worn it out worn it enough for the week,
There's got to be another way another day,
Why not tonight to think things through?

You wandered down the street again
You fixed up your hair and make-up again
Don't wear that bright red dress again.

Roxanne,
Don't wear that bright red dress tonight.

Roxanne,
Why do you look at me like that?

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