This and More

[Brownlie]

Hello.

This is my second post here and my first poem.

This and more

Once upon in Boston Street,
There lived a girl so fair and sweet,
So warm and radiant a redhead whom I did adore,
And this grim task I take with care,
For there is insufficient flair,
In verse I craft as I record this piece of lore.

For she was this and much more.

So tender were her velvet lips,
And with her perfect span of hips,
Her gracious walk was nothing I had seen before,
She was a love-induced mirage,
The lines of her décolletage,
Such pizazz no breathing man could ignore.

Yes she was this and much more.

Her heart to me she gave away,
An oath sworn on summer’s day,
The brightest years I had never lived before,
Until a bleak December night,
My precious love-induced mirage,
A heartbeat later it shattered across the polished floor,

That was it and nothing more.

In sorrow I felt the stormy skies,
Anticipating my demise,
A drowning man five feet away from homely shore,
Slow descent with no refuge,
Under the might of the deluge,
Knee bent prepared to touch upon the ocean’s floor.

I was this and nothing more.

I took a class once and they advised me not to be "poetical" I thought the idiom was a little short sighted but perhaps theres truth to it and I may struggle with this to. The idea behind "poetical" is that you should not use archaic language in an attempt to sound eloquent. "In this verse I craft as I record this piece of lore." The use of the word "lore" may be called poetical. Also, the idea of poetry as a craft seems like it is something you have been told. Why is poetry a craft? Good Luck.