For more than a year, my fiance asking me to lose it in my ears.
The wetty (is it weighty) extras seems to be a lead, not letting me to lead to loose.
Exercising her right of love, she let me to exercise every morning–
Adjusting my time to write,
Making my drowsiness of the morn to mourn before bidding me.
A foot I need to put forward to the inch; but, the foot never got up to fall
No it’s not my lazyness, but, the will that will hold me back.
For more than six months, I’m trying to lose the urge to always eat–
the favorite snacks and tits-bits.
Though I’m fit than any other chubby, only I couldn’t fit into crowded bus or train.
Inch in the waist thus remain, same as the sun set in the west every eve.
Steak of issues of my favourite Nat Geo magazine arouse in the corner of the room,
Spiders now web their web there,
As our love increases surpassing all the issues and hours–
And thus our run to happyness remain a run.
I embrace her embarrasing the face.
To kiss her lips I leaps.
One week it is the extras feel weak as I exercised exercise.
Written for Day 14 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.
Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its inspiration from Taylor Mali’s poem The The Impotence of Proofreading. As he shows us, there many words in English that sound like other words. For that matter, English has lots of words that look like other words, Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.