"MMM, Poetry!": Miss Merit; My Fire; My poetry is a fairweather friend
Poems
Miss Merit
Why do they envy
yet swiftly push her away
and count her out cold?
My Fire
Self-extinguished. I’m no threat now—
though you were never in danger.
You kept such a distance from my flame
well beyond the line.
Why so incensed? How?
Seems like you have anger
toward me.
Truly a shame…
My fire was benign!
My poetry is a fairweather friend
My poetry is a fairweather friend
who shows up when she frickin' feels like it
and shows me up sometimes—
but I allow her to do her thing.
She is an uplifting source—
except when she brings me down, of course.
I, somehow, must deal
with her precarious ways.
She doesn't have it all together,
though tries and manages
to pick up the pieces.
So, I vow to stick with her.
Marinarena, I love these poems! Miss Merit and My Fire really spoke to me.
Lady!! Stop showing out, no really these are excellent! ♥️