Ariel

She's a misbegotten name,
Acquired from a kids' cartoon,
Or someone's book of wretched
Verse, but how it hums inside
Of me. I look for her when I'm
At work, and rush to greet her.
She'll look up, and, pleased to
See me, save my day, its hours
Having taken meaning, not
From what I'm paid to do, but
From my plotting: I must
Find the reasons to encounter
Her, to prompt some sort of
Conversation, raptly gazing
As I speak her misbegotten
Name.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-12 at 22:52

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