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
a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
3 comments:
men...no comment.
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
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.
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