she doesn’t read my poetry anymore;
sent every script, faithfully, always honored & acknowledged with a pithy comment, then came the occasional emojis, then too often silences, longer and longer, made me realize
it was an imposition, created excuses,
finally ceased sending…
so now there is no doubt,
my muse is
disused, and I feel,
forlornly bitter and
use-less lessened
look for excuses to provide her a dance,
no poem
too similar, overly familiar,
not reflective
of our true reality, still,7&
* she doesn’t read my poetry anymore;*
cannot muster up the bitter mustard I feel,
and see the little, minor, signals all is not
perfect, select edit, make disappear, tiny
grimaces, misperceived caustics asides,
and the reality is such, that wince internally,
but the love poetry has been put aside…
and
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 5:30 PM UTC
she doesn’t read my poetry anymore;
sent every script, faithfully, always honored & acknowledged with a pithy comment, then came the occasional emojis, then too often silences, longer and longer, made me realize
it was an imposition, created excuses,
finally ceased sending…
so now there is no doubt,
my muse is
disused, and I feel,
forlornly bitter and
use-less lessened
look for excuses to provide her a dance,
no poem
too similar, overly familiar,
not reflective
of our true reality, still,7&
* she doesn’t read my poetry anymore;*
cannot muster up the bitter mustard I feel,
and see the little, minor, signals all is not
perfect, select edit, make disappear, tiny
grimaces, misperceived caustics asides,
and the reality is such, that wince internally,
but the love poetry has been put aside…
and
may 26
