Never Quite

I was at my second wake in two weeks, 
dressed all in black, 
wearing lipstick and looking sad, 
(just like any other day) --
when a woman came up to me 
with gold buttons on her jacket 
and she asked, 

“Are you still a poet? 
Do you still write?” 

with a wistful look in her eye. 

And I couldn't quite 
word my response properly, 

“Yes, I am, but not... not right now” 

Just like every time I try 
to put my thoughts on paper, I can 
never quite 
get the words 
to 
sound 
right.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

A clever and an emotive piece. I can relate to. I like how you write, the structure of your poem is beautiful

[A Glow in the Pit of My Soul]

Thank you so much ♡ it's nice to get feedback on the structure too!

[Emily B]

poet was kind of a dirtyword when i was in school, so i was always afraid to admit to real live folks that i was a poet in the beginning . . . i have noticed now that poets are kinda cool, the rock stars of the modern world

and why shouldn't they be?

just maybe not right now . . .

[A Glow in the Pit of My Soul]

I was actually sort of shocked she called me a poet. I rarely even call myself a writer... "I write"
so many people in my life wanted me to major in english/literature/writing but I feared it would destroy it for me. I write when feel like writing, and I write for myself!

[Emily B]

You have a natural talent and seem well-read. It is a real pleasure to find you here!

[A Glow in the Pit of My Soul]

Thank you doll, it's nice to be here!