Damned Cliches

I guess I've just been poetically inspired lately. I hope you don't mind.
I really have quite a bit to talk about and an additional blog on the burner. Still thinking up a title, but when it is ready, I'll let you know.

In the mean time, try to enjoy this poem. :)
(additionally, damn this automatic formatting that took away the scattered behavior of the lines in this poem. :( )

Damn, those damned cliches

for being so rose red perfect

pristine as morning dew

for falling from our lips

like white dove feathers

and tripping up our lines

whenever we compare them

to a summer’s day
ultimately causing
our poems
to break
apart
like hearts.