one
or two
or maybe
if it’s gravy
a little bit more
as
you head
out into
this crazy world
with its woe-filled stores
let
my hugs
fortify
your heart with love
to wear like a cape
draped
across
your shoulders
speaking softly
into your dear ears
you:
my one
and only
my messenger
into future years
This morning I read in Mary Oliver’s A Poetry Handbook about syllabic verse, and she presented a poem that followed a pattern. Thus inspired, I wrote this poem. . . . which is (hopefully, clearly) inspired by more than just a numbered pattern.
Thank you for reading! Wishing you all as happy of a weekend as possible!
The Poetry Patio 