MIMI-MONA Love Poetry: Love May Be A Paradigm, My Love Is Not

©Love May Be A Paradigm, My Love Is Not

Mimi Wolske, October 2014

Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™

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Yes; I danced to the sounds of a different drum;

I've been mistaken and confused so many times.

Then you strolled into my world, you made things hum,

And you named my uniqueness using paradigms.

The warmth of your hugs melt my heart like a stripling

and I find purpose...it is to please only you;

all thoughts of disappointing you seem crippling

but use of inflected forms must discontinue.

I'm not a stereotypical example;

I'm not a general conception, a given

Enquiry cannot be undertaken—how dull!

I'm the lover whose devotion can't be riven.

With your presence, I've an acute wish to achieve;

I can do things now I once would never believe.

love isn't love until you give it away they say, even through a tongue-in-cheek love sonnet :)

POETRY: Sonnet III—Envy, My Youthful Error

Sonnet III—Envy, My Youthful Error

©Mimi Wolske
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Listen you gods of ill-scattered verse this

Sound of all those sighs which my heart I fed

When envy was my youthful error led

By one unlike this sole lover’s distress

Grief uttered when reason did abound

Throughout my poems, my hopes, vain griefs bred;

If ever true love’s force over you shed,

Then let your pity be with pardon crowned.

Being oft’ aroused I see how a crowd

Might, unknowingly, believe that I jest,

When I confess my folly I allowed

And my vanity became fruit of shame

Your knowledge on me has strongly impressed

That worldly pleasure is but a fleeting dream