This is a poem about a painting my sister has in her home. Nothing clever about the title as you can see. Thanks for checking it out!

Charleen’s Painting

pluck the stringz of my soul

and massage my heart

start 2 soothe me baby, watch me fall apart

i ought, not 2 play u like a tune

but it’s 2 soon 2b this committed,

smitted by da love bug

just give me hugz and kissez

cuz i missez the muzic we used 2 make

u give and i take and turn the crooked notes straight

wait 4 the bridge 2 cross the broken hearted melodiez

help me pleeze and caress the neck of my spirit

tune the chordz propa, so the whole world can hear it

and soar high above the solitude

az i exhude the peace and tranquility

of the musical sonnet

a lyrical soliloquy