the quiet man

lost and found

I wondered aloud--

why didn't I find him in his verse.

He said he hardly writes of life's experience

because he hardly lives.

He embraces simple living;

looks on life with quiet eyes.

Missing passion, his thick hands

grip the pen to put it down again,

finding fiction is no substitute

for real warmth.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

It's a bit Masters-esque, maybe more than a bit, which cannot be a bad thing. Maybe you have your Spoon River going on here.