Let me Romanticize the S**t Out of this. Okay?

I've got a reputation for being a hopeless romantic

I was thinking the other day in the shower

A poets job is not to make normal things poetic,

But to make poetic things seem normal

Cause before I got in the shower,

I read somewhere

That people were sick of romanticizing everything

But if I can't romanticize the fact that

Curly hair reminds me of the starry night

or that fall leaves are just how trees show they're jealous of the sky

Then why get up in the morning?

I want to look in the mirror

And see my stretch marks as tiger stripes

So let me romanticize the s**t out of this okay?

I've got one life to live

One candle to burn, that I don't intend to dim. 

If my body is wax, let me be a sculpture

The ones that glow in the dark under a black light

That you want to buy at a carnival but you think it's just a little too ridiculous

Let me be a little too ridiculous

And dance in the sky's tears

And romanticize the oceans inside every puddle

Let me romanticize the ocean-eyed stranger on the bus

and the ache of not knowing them

And miss them when they leave

Let me romanticize the s**t out of this okay?

Because I don't plan on letting white walls

Stay white

I want a jar of lost buttons and found pebbles

With tiny thimble kisses and glitter pixie dust

Like life's trail mix to think good thoughts

And I want watercolor stained paper towels

As the paint brush bleeds pigment

And I don't throw away the bandages

I want floral boots with black laces

And every f*****g article of clothing that's got stars on it

So I can step in a dying garden and be enveloped in the cosmos

I'm going to romanticize the s**t out of this. Okay?

I've found a few dandelions

And I've got a wish 

Reviews

[Elwyn]

Romanticize the s**t out of everything because nobody else will. I like the oxymoron you got going here, (as shown, I'm a huge fan of pairing things that don't really go together) of "romantic" and "s**t". This is just wonderful. I sound so lame but I honestly cannot give you any other words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that breeze will come along and blow that dandelion into fragments...love this poem...had a black light and black light poster in college in '68, and the walls were white in the dorm room...relative to how innocent i might have been when i first started here at SIU...but then the war, the turmoil...just the sixties in general...and i grew up...and those walls got grayer...and i got older...and now grayer myself...i still think of those walls and that poster...and the things i once wanted, like peace and love....
still do...but the poster doesn't glow anymore.

[B. Boileau]

A piece of romanticized perfection! Yes ! Dance in the skies tears and dying gardens of the cosmos and ocean eyed strangers. And ALL of it and more ! I loved every word !!! Thank you
bill