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A Poets Fantasy

by Diane Hinson

Firing on all cylinders
Lord Byron entertained
The ladies swooned and sighed
I just felt well drained.

Shelley pulled up a chair
His comforting warm smile
Made me feel welcome
I always liked his style.

Keats was looking troubled
Coleridge was out his head
Mr. Elliot teased the cats
Byron was thinking of bed.

Wordsworth was lost in the hills
Blake was talking to God
Oscar was driving them wild
I just felt very odd.

What was I doing here
Transcending precious time?
Perhaps there is no reason
Perhaps there’s only rhyme.

Diane Hinson is an introverted extrovert

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This entry was posted on March 25, 2009, 10:55 pm and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by beastofthefield on March 25, 2009 - 11:27 pm

    Hehe, I like this, Diane. I’m Dillon. I’m sad because there are no comments on my poetry. I hope to be a writer some day. I love writing. I’d SUPER appreciate it if you would read a few of my pieces and share your thoughts. Thank you!

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