Robbyne Poetry (2)

Had some modelling clay, sat thinking what to do!
Make a horse, cat, tree, house or kangaroo,
Nothing seem to appeal, believe me it was confusing!
In the end, I got something very convincing.

Lump of clay, I split into three big pieces!
Shapes of sphere, cone and cylinder fixes,
Joined them to form my model in a row!
Surprisingly it turned to be my Marilyn Monroe.

Suddenly, my blood gushed with motivation!
Got my tender, delicate tools to shape with caution,
Added lumps in front and back in measured proportion!
It was symbolic, really wonderful innovation.

Closed my eyes in imagination!
Injecting the fluid of life to my clay imitation,
Marilyn's beautiful eye lashes fluttered with sensation!
She held my arms and hugged me in emotion.

I am lost in first Love!
Because it was a bad Move,
I tried to convey letter through a Dove!
For which I repent even now.

The days are now gone for Ever!
I am sure the lost love will come Never,
But the memories do come rising like the Eiffel Tower!
And never spares me even in my Shower.

I feel first love is like one-way Traffic!
If you fail like in life you will feel really Terrific,
No matter how you try to reconcile, I know it may sound Barbaric!
I will tell you will only realise its definitely Tragic.

But for all this remedy there is one real Magic!
Allow time to take over that's the only Logic.
Regain confidence to seek a second Love!
Eroding the first to make this concrete Move.

27th July 2012