I used to write quite a bit of poetry, but over the last few years ...(yes, we'll call it few) inspiration has been a well that seems to have run dry.
So, as my introduction to these forums, I shall delve into my memory and offer a piece I wrote in my high school years, back when I was a youngin' who thought she was far more clever than she actually was.
And although one of the lines is less a cliche than a reference to musical theatre, I think you'll comprehend my goal with this quick little 12-line composition.
"The Cliche Poem"
My lemon-fresh scent has washed away.
My technicolor dreamcoat has gone.
My golden touch has faded to grey.
My mastermind is a pawn.
All that is left remains true blue.
I don't know if it's worthwhile.
I've sold my soul to be with you.
I've gone the extra mile.
And so the sounds of silence torture me
as my taste of glory fades.
For now you've gone and broken my heart,
and I'm lost amongst cliches.
*slight curtsey*
There. I posted something. I can now say registering for the forum wasn't a complete and utter waste.
ARE YOU NOT HAPPY?
Subject: The Cliche Poem 
Mon Sep 23, 2013 5:29 am
