my first magical muse

i had never met her ... i fell in love anyway.
i fell in love with her mind and her photograph.
i fell in love with her words.
we emailed across the atlantic.
she taught me about messaging.
a stranger who took my breath away.
a stranger who understood me.
a woman who amused and entertained me.
a mind so sharp.
an extraordinary soul.
she refused to meet me, told me i was crazy ...
"you don't fall in love with a stranger!"


in time i came to accept her rejection, i moved on.
eventually, we did meet.
i was already involved in a new relationship.
i physically shook as i waited to meet her.
she was every bit as beautiful as i had imagined.
we spent the day together.
as my train pulled out, taking me back to new york,
she shouted out to me ...
"now i can say it... i love you!"

i wrote poetry for her, in love, anger, in sadness and frustration.
i wrote to woo her and to impress her.
she was the one. the one who first unleashed the torrent of words.
words once locked in my mind.

i doubt she kept those poems, i have lost many,
erased either accidentally or in anger.
the remaining ...
remain unread!

time to share them with my readers.


Begging - with apologies to Dr Seuss

Woke up this morning

And thought of you

Got back into bed

As I have the flu

So I'm

Sneezing and wheezing

And sniffling all day

But I'm begging you angel

Won't you please

Come and play

I've been writing great letters

For three months or more

My whole life laid out

Quite prostrate on your floor

I ring and I ring

You don't answer your phone

My frustration is mounting

I wail and I groan

How you can resist me

I don't understand

I'm simply the greatest

In all of the land!

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