A Poet I Once Knew

Read please

If words are meaningless, then why do you write?

Why do you hoard a stash of poetry

to read to me late at night?

 

Was it me that drew your pen to paper?

I that drew emotion to your eyes?

Your poetry never really spoke to me

But your efforts had me gratified.

Your pen now sits capped.

Your face contorts into a perfect lie.

You do not have me anymore,

and so you do not write.

Author's Note

Be honest.

Reviews

[Relic]

You took it right out of him. ha Most people who do poetry are sensitive and caring people. He lied when he said words are meaningless.

Or, he meant words on the spot were meaningless. They may have meant more to him if they were well chosen before offering them to you. Just a thought.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I enjoyed this
I felt sad but it’s beautiful

[R.E. Ray]

Extremely potent. I'm curious how you influenced his writing. Regardless, this poem is very good.