While

I spent the morning reading my old poems
and realize they feel like memories.
The lonely ones that desire a second (or third)
reading, the triumphant ones
that trumpet their arrival,
the amorous ones –
they pull me into a corner by the collar and linger,
the nonsensical ones that twirl and wheel
about the sacred and profane, the love or disdain.
The obtuse, they wander.
The linear, they gander.
The poems, I gather to mind
and hold to abide in warm embraces.
They all have their places.

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2 thoughts on “While

  1. Founder of ilovemusic

    You are an amazing poet!! AGAIN! Your flow was so rhythmic and steady. you put it together so well! Your talent is enviable, very much so. Great job, I love the poem!! Keep writin
    I’ll be grateful if you could check out some of my works too 😀

    Reply

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