Aunt`s Words Versus Rita`s World conspirators and isolators seemed to be on a mission to thrust Rita into a fleabag she felt like an unwanted email in spam filters, a candidate for deletion, a masked vicious virus as if she had a leprosy of deceits she was easily avoided by persons she called friends ,family and bosoms she was in an acerbic quandary, an island where she loved without being loved back-- dealt justly in an injustice and a drippy sack she tried to talk to them but none chimed in and the wayward way her boyfriend acted up-- signaled one emergency away from a breakup her aunt told her that not every day is pleasing but she had to be pleased with life and its pigsty that she had to be honest in the face of dishonesty I’m Your ReaderLet your accuracy be my delicacy
Play with them for the meanings And notable tinkles and twinkles Let your words be the guiding torch Whose light will shine on the moods That soar and roar between the lines I am your booklover, let me love your lovely lyrics Feel their potency run riot & romance your poetry Let me hear cheers cheep and witness tears transfer I am your reader, let me wolf every well-placed ‘wow’ word My avid ears yearn for an orchestra of connotations and echoes Emotions and intentions; engage my imagination and intellect
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