by sara t.
You read my poems
Not because you like them
But just to find yourself
Mentioned in them
And that is fine with me
Your words are like lost pens
So rarely do you possess
The right ones to say
At the right time and
That is fine with me too
I have known the beautiful
The eloquent the talented
The rogue and the rebel
The oh so smart and deep
And I have drowned there
I have aged and long for
The peace that you give me
The simplicity of being
That you hold me with
And that is enough for me.
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this could be one poem or two separate poems, you choose!
Enjoyed this poem, Sara. Especially stanza 2 - great music in those lines. Wonderful lines. Good form to the piece. Strong passage in stanza 1 about the lost pens and not possessing the right words. An interesting piece.
Thanx Sam i appreciate your comments and support...i enjoyed writing this one.
Nice and sweet, the faint bitterness tempered with new compassion and acceptance.And the subtle humor of 'rarely do you possess the right ones" is winning.And I have drowned there. Looks to me like you saved yourself just in time.Very good. Thanks for posting this one.
Thanx Darryl, you really got this one and the subtleness of some it well. Thanx for reading and the comment.