Thursday June 11th, 2009

The exercise:

The topic du jour: sneaky sneaky.

Don't ask me. It just popped into my head. All sneaky like.


I didn't see it coming.
I thought my eyes were open -
Maybe I was looking the wrong way,
Or was I too busy hoping?

For what I couldn't say,
But it should have been for you.
Because now that you've snuck into my life,
My heart beats much more true.

What a delightful surprise it's been,
Discovering this love of ours.
It's as fresh and welcome
As sudden summer showers.

No I didn't see you coming,
But I think that's for the best.
And now that you're here,
At last my soul can rest.


Greg said...

That's a very romantic poem, and the rhythm is well maintained all the way through. I like the way the last verse slows down a little, the metre mimicking the sentiment :)

Mine won't be romantic, I have to look that word up to remember what it means.

Sneaky sneaky

He darts round corners
And pounces!
On some unsuspecting

He slinks along against the wall
Hides in shadows, becomes quite small,
Goes nowhere that's creaky, creaky,
Because he's so sneaky, sneaky.

Leaps from darkness
And devours!
The breakfast that
was ours!

Marc said...

Romantic: a semantic Roman. Origin: 12th century China.

Anyway. Don't mind me, it's Friday.

Great poem - first and last stanzas work so well with that middle stanza squeezed in between. And the exclamation lines are wonderful :)

Ana Cristina said...

I love your poem, Marc! Positively swoon-worthy. Here's mine:

I creep carefully on tiptoes
Down the stairs
Freeze when I hear them creak
Laugh when I hear Dad snore
Then I cover my mouth
To stifle the giggles
And continue on my pursuit to discover
All that rebellion holds in store.

Marc said...

Thanks Ana :)

Ah, yours is great. I love all the images it conjures up in my head.