Poetry Revision 101, Lesson Two: Countering the Bobblehead Reflex

When I was about 13 or so, I wrote this poem:





The Poet,

before the invention of tweezers.
Amber are the eyes of love

Through them I see a blazing fire

As I look at you with wild desire.



Topaz shine the tiger's eyesBefore he leaps upon his prey

I will hunt you night and day

And love you till the sapphire moonlight goes away.



Like diamonds shines the morning sunAs it illuminates an onyx sky

And turn it aquamarine,

First low, then high.



The night is goneBut soon it will come,

And...