Answer About the Everyday: A Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Would you accept

the words I’d write?

Would the thoughts I’d whisper

fill your soul with delight?

Would you carry those words

deep in your heart?

Rhyming or not,

hold in every part?

Would you ponder them

daily; turn them in your mind?

Would you hold them as diadems?

Rejoice in what you’d find?

If you’d think thusly, every day,

then I’d always offer them the same way.

Birgit Didn't Know: A Revolutionary "Thank You" Poem

Thirty years ago,

she told a friend we both know:
“OH, MY HECK!”

(or words to that effect),

after I’d kissed her.

(I couldn’t resist her).

Three decades now lay behind;

I talk to her, and find

those words were in my mind.

But, she says, I shouldn’t care.

The words were wrong;

the sentiment was there.

Then she speaks of “fierce intellect”,

just matter-of-fact, not flirty.

Now I think: “Oh, my heck!”

And I’m good for another thirty.