For M.M-F
Poetry 101 lays down stiff rules—
Each word must count, strike hard! Eschew clichés!
But rules (the cliché holds), often just tools,
Are made to be broken, and clichés say,
Quite deftly, the taut words that must be said
To solemnize sacred, poetic truth.
Hence clichés (consider!) became the bread
Of discourse and description’s able sleuth.
I lay this out because a neighbor chick
Of certain age, an RN wise beyond
Her years—able, strong, emanating slick
Energy, laughter, despite life’s desponds—
Demands cliché, the only course for us,
Because that woman’s plain drop dead gorgeous!
(10/25/10)