This is my first experiment with rhyme...I must admit it's not something I enjoyed. It did not come naturally or easily to me. Makes me feel my writing is stilted somehow....
I twinned my heart
so I had two halves
a good one for the right ways
and an 'evil' one for the fun days.
I hid the evil twin deep inside
so no one would know where it was.
The good one I wore on my sleeve
so I could lose it and not grieve.
The good heart grew tired soon.
there were no takers for something so right.
It stomped its feet and did slowly burn
It sulked and schemed and waited its turn...
Until one day I'll never know how
It tricked the bad twin to trade its place.
Now the bad one I wore on my sleeve
And many did try hard to thieve
I found it strange how I wasn't keen
to part ways with a heart so apt to lean
gladly toward these jolly looters
I turned down forthwith all my suitors.
But there he was in front of me
and I magicked by that impish heart...
His smiling eyes and quirky lip
made it easy for me to tip.
I gave him a heart don't know which
it was his forever to keep.
He hid it so well from my sight
and made me feel it was alright.
The twin is now a looking glass.
It's sometimes fair and mostly dark
It shows me what I want to see
All I desire and will to be
I have twinned myself now
a shadow self to keep my place
in a garden slowly turning brown
and a real self to hunt him down.
To ask him that which
He won't say -
"Is that the good heart you keep
that tricked its evil twin take leap?
Did you take it in earnest
or steal it in mere jest?
Is it your love that I did win
or am I forever cursed with its evil twin?"
I twinned my heart
so I had two halves
a good one for the right ways
and an 'evil' one for the fun days.
I hid the evil twin deep inside
so no one would know where it was.
The good one I wore on my sleeve
so I could lose it and not grieve.
The good heart grew tired soon.
there were no takers for something so right.
It stomped its feet and did slowly burn
It sulked and schemed and waited its turn...
Until one day I'll never know how
It tricked the bad twin to trade its place.
Now the bad one I wore on my sleeve
And many did try hard to thieve
I found it strange how I wasn't keen
to part ways with a heart so apt to lean
gladly toward these jolly looters
I turned down forthwith all my suitors.
But there he was in front of me
and I magicked by that impish heart...
His smiling eyes and quirky lip
made it easy for me to tip.
I gave him a heart don't know which
it was his forever to keep.
He hid it so well from my sight
and made me feel it was alright.
The twin is now a looking glass.
It's sometimes fair and mostly dark
It shows me what I want to see
All I desire and will to be
I have twinned myself now
a shadow self to keep my place
in a garden slowly turning brown
and a real self to hunt him down.
To ask him that which
He won't say -
"Is that the good heart you keep
that tricked its evil twin take leap?
Did you take it in earnest
or steal it in mere jest?
Is it your love that I did win
or am I forever cursed with its evil twin?"
2 comments:
Jay, this was fab. I liked reading this. And it happens to all of us all the time, having two different selves. Soometimes I wonder if all of us are schizophrenic. Well, the priceless question is: Which is the real YOU?
Joy always,
Susan
Thanks Suz :) Sometimes I think the real me is the poet quietly meditating and making sense of things.. At other times I think the real me is the impulsive doer who reacts in the heat of the moment....
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