Asked to write in verse
To make long thoughts terse
Prose is my genre now
Literary essays of how . . .
How I imagine
How I hope
How I dream
How I regret
How I see within and among and between the lines
(to be exact).
I’m afraid of poetry, turns out.
Early efforts merely an indulgent pout.
Time mellows and memory sifts.
Who writes poetry when the melancholy lifts?
Dedicated to S.E., a dear college chum. Thanks for the challenge!
To make long thoughts terse
Prose is my genre now
Literary essays of how . . .
How I imagine
How I hope
How I dream
How I regret
How I see within and among and between the lines
(to be exact).
I’m afraid of poetry, turns out.
Early efforts merely an indulgent pout.
Time mellows and memory sifts.
Who writes poetry when the melancholy lifts?
Dedicated to S.E., a dear college chum. Thanks for the challenge!
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