Thursday, February 17, 2011

not-so-super sleuth


You are an enigma.
Almost incongruous to your setting... yet you belong so wholly.

Against my better sensibility, I succumbed to your mystery.
Could you leave some clues that tell me who, what, why?
Because your footprints don't leave a trail strong enough to follow.

I should have you arrested!
The crime: breaking and entering my thoughts on too many occasions.
{You have the right to... tell me everything about yourself.
Anything you say can and will... be stored forever in my mind.}

But I fear this case will never be closed.
I am no Miss Marple; I am no Adrian Monk!
Indeed, I am little more than a thief....
For, given the opportunity, I would (without hesitation)
steal your heart away.




{Why nooo... this wasn't inspired by anyone. ;)}


{Picture found here.}


15 comments:

  1. Oh my god. Adrian Monk and Amélie references in this poem make me love it ever so much. The way you allowed the words to flow, and the summation being as quirky and enticing as it is, is simply marvelous. (:

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  2. Oh I love this! I especially love the lines that you created

    {You have the right to... tell me everything about yourself.
    Anything you say can and will... be stored forever in my mind.}

    Lovely, dearest
    xxx

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  3. Rucha: Hehe, thank you so much! I didn't know you liked Monk too! That's one of my favourite TV shows. :)

    Ever: Thank you very, very much, my dear! <3

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  4. I love this, especially the word choices you've made which makes the poem so intriguing and with a unique personality, hehe :-)

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  5. Ah, I love it! Your mirandas, the detective references...it's so original and fun. And romantic.

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  6. Jade: Thank you very much! I do so appreciate your comments. :)

    Jenica: Oh, thank you, dear! (I spent so long denying romanticism it still rather shocks me that I write things like this.) ;)

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  7. Oh, wow! What a great poem! I like the humor in it as well - especially the part where you use the right to remain silent and twist it to relay your message.

    But this one is my favorite part:

    "Indeed, I am little more than a thief....
    For, given the opportunity, I would (without hesitation)
    steal your heart away."

    Very cool!

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  8. Thank you so much, Kim! I just randomly wrote it the other night and was rather pleased with how it turned out since it came seemingly out of nowhere. :)

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  9. This is darling, I've always loved a good mystery.

    xx and hugs

    Jhordyn

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  10. Thank you ever so much! Me too - I'm a sucker for a good mystery. :)

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  11. The crime: breaking and entering my thoughts on too many occasions.

    Aww! i love that line!
    and i just thought i already have commented on this post... yes, dear Melee, a crime done by my crazy computer. Thank goodness it's okay and so I can comment back. Wahahaha.

    Dear, i love this poem and to think that it is inspired by nobody... is it really? Well, you are really amazing! Love you!

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  12. Thank you, my dear! Well, you tell your computer if it doesn't behave we shall have it incarcerated. ;)

    Oh, no - I was being a bit facetious, hehe. It was, in fact, inspired by someone. (There's a link to another post at the end of the sentence about it *cough* not being inspired by anyone... *looks innocent*)
    Love you too! <3

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  13. So many I know that are guilty of this crime! Ah, what a charming and lovely post. exactly why I adore your blog so much. x

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  14. What can I say? They (we?) are a menace to society. ;)
    Thank you very much! You are so incredibly sweet. <3

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Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.


("I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks." -Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)