am i ?
that comes and goes
and leaves behind
terrible poetry,
on tippety toes ?
hog that i am
i need more lime
than light
more praise
than fight.
for heaven's sake
a comment atleast
if you dont
want to write
an empty blog
does, i am afraid
no justice
to a coffee stain
Labels: poetry
3 Comments:
YOU ARE.
you are, apparently,
the only one with
reserves of rhyme,
concise, full of pith,
saying in so few words
what i struggle to
express on my notepad
but, no matter what i do
i can't get more than
doggerel and nonsense verse
out of my pen
as i sit here and curse.
reason enough, methinks,
justifiable cause,
to not post my poems, but
just come here and read yours.
no, you are not.
not the only one.
not for long; but for some
courage is longer in the coming
and patience, a curse
the sun brings, instead of light.
you are NOT the one
who comes and goes
and leaves behind terrible poetry
You are, however,
the hog
that demands justice
for the coffee stain
and not
for the poor pen
that puts up
with your tantrums.
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