der Spegel: A Commissioned Poem
commissioned by Megan Spegel
Spegel
- a mirror; a smooth reflecting surface
- something flat and smooth, resembling a mirror (e.g. the surface of a lake)
- a (moral) guideline, used for correcting errors, similar to a mirror
Busted.
You.
Busted.
96 poems.
19 years young.
That's about 5 poems per year.
What's gonna happen when you chill,
Turn
A ripe old
Twenty?
Will you grace us with 365 individual
First Thoughts of My Day?
I suppose falling in and out of love weekly,
Steamy teen kisses
Will inebriate you plenty,
Into writing more plenty.
Truth is I am jealous-angry.
**My clocks can't fall back
Because I've fallen for you**
And the simplicity of your loving
Poetry
In two lines, you get done
What takes me half a dozen
Long winded poems.
I love the brevity pure
Of your youthful loving view.
For when I look on the
mirror of poetry,
I see, not me,
But the rising tide of the younger ones, poets,
Rising up faster,
Surpassing us,
Correcting our errors,
Who say so much with
So few words.
P.S. **"Good morning dear
I hope the sunrise found you well."**
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
der Spegel: A Commissioned Poem
commissioned by Megan Spegel
Spegel
- a mirror; a smooth reflecting surface
- something flat and smooth, resembling a mirror (e.g. the surface of a lake)
- a (moral) guideline, used for correcting errors, similar to a mirror
Busted.
You.
Busted.
96 poems.
19 years young.
That's about 5 poems per year.
What's gonna happen when you chill,
Turn
A ripe old
Twenty?
Will you grace us with 365 individual
First Thoughts of My Day?
I suppose falling in and out of love weekly,
Steamy teen kisses
Will inebriate you plenty,
Into writing more plenty.
Truth is I am jealous-angry.
**My clocks can't fall back
Because I've fallen for you**
And the simplicity of your loving
Poetry
In two lines, you get done
What takes me half a dozen
Long winded poems.
I love the brevity pure
Of your youthful loving view.
For when I look on the
mirror of poetry,
I see, not me,
But the rising tide of the younger ones, poets,
Rising up faster,
Surpassing us,
Correcting our errors,
Who say so much with
So few words.
P.S. **"Good morning dear
I hope the sunrise found you well."**
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