We are not poets
We are not poets, most of us, most of the time.
Poems don't fit in the space between commuters, they escape in the heat of beaches. Too much work to read; too much of everything to write. We are not poets, and we are glad. Who has time for poetry?
But in the face of love not one of us does not feel the need to find ways of speaking about things beyond speech. We all want to be poets then. And when we sit down to write, all that comes out on the page is
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
Poems don't fit in the space between commuters, they escape in the heat of beaches. Too much work to read; too much of everything to write. We are not poets, and we are glad. Who has time for poetry?
But in the face of love not one of us does not feel the need to find ways of speaking about things beyond speech. We all want to be poets then. And when we sit down to write, all that comes out on the page is
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
posted by Riona at
3:36 AM
3 Comments:
i live this one.
By
Shawn S., at 1:56 AM
i'm glad to see you're still "breathing."
and loving, from the sound of it.
the most beautiful poem i've ever heard is "i love you."
my little baby can say that now. it truly warms my heart, but i can't help laughing because it sounds just like "F you."
By
amy, at 4:50 PM
amy, I love your baby, I truly do :) and she is clearly one very very loved little girl.
By
Riona, at 6:04 PM
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