Divine Master Plan. Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

Divine Master Plan.

Soren threw the blackened skies,

Like an enlightened lightning strike.

There flies a fireball from mages fingers.

Though back-thought formed, something lingers.

Wishes of kisses. A Missus for dancing.

Prancing ponies never been;

But I can dream of anything.

Lists of lustful needed things.

Poet’s poet about love like it’s living.

Not a thing left to give when you’re giving in.

Only got one view. It’s forward.

Write me a funeral story foreword.

I need to be write with everything that I right,

For I am so wrong, so often, so stupid; try as I might.

Cupid’s arrow is a thing, I saw it in the movies.

Boy meets girl stories are the kind that move me.

I told you I could write a love poem easily.

When you are not trying the words flow freely.

So here is something we can all understand...

It’s a divine comedy we live in,

Not a Master Plan.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 8th, 2026 06:51
This poem is great fun Aa Harvey it smacks of light heartedness, wit and just a pinch of sarcasm. The recipe is right and the poetic cake is baked. That line "write me a funeral story forward" made it clear that only suicide would do. Where the time and place are chosen in advance. A read meant for only a few but I'm all in and a fave for me.

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