‘Oh Junebug…!
you liven up a mild mildew,
eating on the lush-green tree, in me,
ever since I’d been bitten by you…
Just wait…
you’d eventually make it through;
‘cause no constraint is this cocoon,
and it’s just a matter of time,
before you bid it adieu…’
‘Well, I’m glad that you’ve still got fire,
but I feel bad that it
doesn’t work as you desire;
it’s not gonna help if you stay inside, curled;
bold or with a reconnaissant reek,
along comes the world…’
‘I just wish you’d live like a bird, my lady,
I hope to sneak a chance from the sly;
Together, we’d make a sun
to scorch the shady,
Come Ladybird, we’d try the sky…’
‘Countless prose, poetically written,
adjectives in one too many a word;
an equal amount of romanticists smitten,
by the load of greatness encountered;
it’s not just that you are hot (it’s not!),
but there’s a vital need to substantiate,
to make a legend out of the long shot…’
‘I want you to live like a bird, my lady,
not satisfied to be a substandard ally;
you yourself can make a sun
to scorch the shady,
so Ladybird, go and try the sky…’
‘now the time is yours, this year of A.D.,
now, Ladybird is the time to fly…’
‘Oh Ladybird: don’t live just a Ladybird life…’
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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