When asked of me

No one had asked, in a long time, to read my poetry–to read me

It went unnoticed that this book has been open and gaping for a long while still

And all those words on wrinkled and tattered pages, had all but faded…and disappeared

So should you like to read, the words exist, but it’ll take just that much more effort.

  1. Iris said:

    Hi there, I’ve been reading your blog for a while now. I’d like to keep reading your poems, if you want to post them ofcourse. I hope you’re doing well and that the sad side you post here is compensated by a lot of happy times you don’t post. I guess happy moments are there to live and sad moments are to be written of.

    • You’re right, there is so much joy I have been failing to capture into words, but I will try. I’ve made a mental note to write about those happy times too…there are indeed so many!

      And, I don’t know who you are, you don’t know me, but thank you for reading.

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