and now…after so long I have written my own poem
the bookstore
just the other day
poetry isle was slim
so slim
there was barely
barely any
thing
my shelves at home
hold it all
stood there
wanting to die
ached to be
m o v e d
by words
Someone ele’s
wanted to crunch through the ie’s
and skip through the open door c’s
I wanted
WANTED
I
left hungry.
left starving.
those shelves
held nothing
I left crying
Thanks to someone special who’s been somewhere in the corners of my world for a long long time…thanks for inspiring me! And for sharing. It takes guts to share.