A poem is written to be read
If only by the poet.
Of course, it's gratifying if
To others she can show it.
But oftentimes, the words remain
Just floating there, in limbo,
The writer standing to the side
With head cocked, arms akimbo.
Yet even if no feedback comes,
The poet's had her say
And when she reads what she has penned,
She smiles and feels okay.
Friday, May 15, 2015
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