A Lovely Suprise

It’s like a treasure hunt without treasure,
A box of words buried in the web,
Its literalement a puzzle waiting to be discovered,
By an explorer of French history,
With the key to my heart.
I totally agree with your statements,
Your words and your lines are my own,
My firecracker, my wildcat, my onetwothree and four.
To my red-lipped queen of a thousand flavours,
I hope this satisfies you, darling.

This poem is very sweet. I liked reading it.

TheUnknownPoet wrote:My firecracker, my wildcat, my onetwothree and four.

should there be spaces between the three numbers, or did you purposely do that for dramatic effect?
That's my only issue with it. Other than that, it's a really good poem! Keep it up!

-Emily

What. Are. You. Doing?

And we think that if I showed you the fun. It wouldn’t be fun ~
anymore.
Do you understand now darling?

And now - I - this - above poem - where - what --

Where does this fit in? You say you won't show us the fun. Fine. So why do you say there is none??

It’s like a treasure hunt without treasure,
A box of words buried in the web,
Its literalement a puzzle waiting to be discovered,

But there goes half the fun of it! Let me believe there is a treasure - otherwise, what was the point? And I am certain there must be, since I cannot comprehend the reality otherwise, the other poems stripped away to reveal...nothing underneath. I should hope there is a treasure, one you may not have put there, but one I found nevertheless - anyway, I'm going to go all out on poetry here and say it's not really the poet's intention that counts in the end - it's what the reader interprets.

So, you can't burst my bubble. I was on to something, even if you didn't think you were.


By the way, the opening lines were a lovely surprise, darling.

I totally agree with your statements,
Your words and your lines are my own

Really? Even the complete refutation of the idea behind your opening lines?

I hope this satisfies you

Much more satisfying than the last couple of poems, thank you. Pretty and full of colour and imagination, but just as intellectually infuriating as the rest. 'A treasure hunt without treasure' - the nerve of it!

As usual, I don't know what I'm supposed to think. But at least I know what to feel.

Oh dear God, it's beautiful. I don't know how to nitpick (I'm not a big nitpicker). I'm new, that's my excuse, you just need some comas and spaces. That's all. I love this poem and I understand what those words mean. I really love it!