I am a disclaimer

I am a disclaimer

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano

Skip the small print

I’ll give you a neon sign

This heart of mine

Is a meandering mess

Best not to explore

Let me try

To act random

In my weak predictability -

Like the 29th of February

Visiting life

Through my distant words

Once

Every four years….

Count yourself lucky ~

I could have been

Halley’s comet.

© 2018 SleeplessVolcano


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This is a quirky & original way to describe how I felt about romance most of my life. Being commitment-phobic myself, I always warned a guy not to get hurt with this one! (me) I love all the imaginative ways you say that . . . more playful than how I was when I was pushing people away! Your easygoing tone makes this a comfortable self-deprecating ditty (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


ahahaha spot on Volcano! every four years makes the meal so much more savory ... i love your little poem .. its smart, humorous and universally relatable ... but especially for writers and those in committed relationships .. very cool way you handle the metaphor .. thanks for sharing this little gem!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


That is why I suppose there is so much intensity, sensuality and a longing written all over your poem! Long haul makes art optimum!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Mrudula Rani

5 Years Ago

When it comes to cats, all bets are off!
SleeplessVolcano

5 Years Ago

I think we need to compare apples to apples....I'm convinced that cats in your neck of the woods are.. read more
Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

ok...the cats out of the bag ...i'm outa here ;}

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Added on October 21, 2018
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"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..

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