Crosstalk

NaPoWriMo day 14. An imaginary conversation between a master and an obscure to be sure online poet.

"and who might you be?"
he asked in a voice
hahdah than a newenglandbed

"just a fellow poet who was read
your poems in fifth grade
and fell in love with words"

"a )poet(?  why of all most the amazing
things on earth would you
want to do that?"

"it never was a want"

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Amusingly makes its rather serious point.
A clever and creative exchange, Joel; one that speaks, at least, one volume.

[Joel M Frye]

Such a divine compulsion we're inflicted with, Frank. Thank you.

[.]

~~ hahahaha... it's nice to know that poets are poets by default, maestro jewel... :P

~~ now i'll never blame myself for being an aspiring poet... :P

[Joel M Frye]

You're not at de-fault at all for aspiring to poetry, mlle. serah. ;)

[.]

~~ hahahaha... yeah... de fault lies somewhere else... :P

[Joel M Frye]

De fault lies along de tectonic plates.

[.]

~~ hahahaha... oh... so that's where de fault lines are located... ~~ i suppose the source of poetry and earthquakes is the same... :P

[Joel M Frye]

Indeed 'tis...tremendous internal pressure.

[Joel M Frye]

I may be only nine in the head, serah...but it's a pretty precocious nine.

[.]

~~ hahahahahaha... ~~ that is a phenomenal insight into why poets write... and you are a phenomenal phenomenon in the universe of verse, maestro jewel... ~~ you're 9 but you're also 99... :P

[Joel M Frye]

...aw, shucks, ma'am... *scuffs toe in dirt*

[.]

~~ hahahaha... you're impossible, sir... *spills exquisite darjeeling tea on not so exquisite computer table*... :P