Don't Ask Me For 10 Out 10 Poem by Mark Heathcote

Don't ask me for 10 out of 10.
expecting it again & again
if I like your words
they'll flutter and soar like birds
above the canopies skyline
so, don't just spin out a line.

And expect azure praises
when-there-are deep purple greys
full-to-bursting clouds
let those flowers wear ball-gowns
garb on a monsoon malaise
let them marvel at their clichés.

There isn't one I'd chose to pick
except-for-the sphagnum moss orchid sprig
that climbs all heights
cares so little for acolytes
is near impervious to mites
-all blood-sucking parasites.