Sunday, August 28, 2011

suffering

the poet saw suffering walk by her window

she rushed open the door and yelled
come back come back

suffering knew not to turn around

and the poet continued to suffer
for not having suffered at all

3 comments:

Edward Yoo said...

men...no comment.

Chris Andrews said...

Edward,
You've got poets all wrong man. They're all well-rounded, nonalcoholic, self-loving pedestrians.
...and they're liars. This is well-played

Brent Vogelman said...

Dude, are you guys tapping into my thoughts? I have a similar idea that's rattling in my head about having dinner with happiness. I'll probably post it tomorrow.

Anyway, I agree with Chris in that this is well-played. The last two lines are particularly clever and I don't think you'd find a poet who would disagree.