Poem 13 (31) -- If you want to know

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

If you want to know
Why the poems I write you aren’t deep–
I'm trying not to put you to sleep!
They don’t contain the wrath of Plath
Or the strange song of Whitman.
I just want to write you from my heart–
A few lines, nothing too smart.
I suppose they could be darker like Parker,
Or cloistered like Dickenson–
But they’re not. My sole poetic intention
Is to write happily, by convention.
We’re not in the woods, lost like Frost,
Or anguished like Ginsburg.
I'm simply writing simple poems to my girl
Who puts my head in a whirl,
And I’m thankful I'm not Eliot.

            Poem 13 - Page 31