Central Library, Manchester, U.K., by Robin Gosnall offered by Tess Kincaid as a prompt for Mag 154.
The Endless Search
I arrived today
looking for the live free verse
or the right sonnet
within the pages
we hold so dear that we place
them in brown volumes
we keep in order
on shelves constructed of steel.
This got weird for me.
My passion ran thin.
I wrote some stuff down instead.
Here are some phrases,
a form I dare hold
true in the grand scheme of things
along with doting
on you.
Now will you
show me the time of day, love,
roll me in clover?
February 3, 2013 10:15 AM
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Very nice! I like it.
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ReplyDeleteooohhh yes i'll roll you in clover, sweet clover, so the air is all fragrant around us
ReplyDeleteI know you would, dear lady.
Delete:) the last line made me smile..
ReplyDeleteHeh.
DeleteWell I said it, but he rolled over and resumed his nap.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this 'love poem.'
ReplyDeleteRoll me in clover...oh that's nice...
ReplyDeleteIt surprised me. I dearly love making use of well known phrases in new ways. I liked this one and wonder now if I am very close to the original meaning of "rolling in clover". The Urban Dictionary of modern slang states that rolling in clover is definitely erotic currently. By the 1700s though it basically meant doing well, usually financially.
DeleteLoved the surprise ending. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteFancy the librarian, ? Anything can happen in these liminal zones. Its the spectacles and the severe bun . All that repression , Telling people to be quiet all the time, you know ?
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