Diagnosis 9

Diagnosis 9

A Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks




My diagnosis is I'm magic,
And that is why my life is tragic.
I am still learning how to hatch it.
My diagnosis is I'm magic.

My diagnosis is I'm magic.
I have a dream world that's pelagic.
You'd really like it. It's fantastic.
My diagnosis is I'm magic.

My diagnosis is I'm magic.
The door is open. Just unlatch it.
No need to worry; you can't catch it.
My diagnosis is I'm magic.

4/17/2016

© 2016 Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks


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There is a lovely catch to this poem. I like the rhymes and the flow in each stanza is wonderful. Hope you find time to look at my poems.

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Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks
Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks

Fort Wayne, IN



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I have been writing since I knew how. Before that I would just draw pictures to tell a story. My true passion is poetic lyrics. That is mostly what I am inspired to write. I have been dabbling in othe.. more..

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