come back
ink my thoughts
don't disappoint my pen
and the few readers i have,
again.
my words await your texture
my lines forlorn your rhyme
tune my banal words
into a song,
sublime.
come back
if not for me
then for my musings
for no one likes a bland prose
and worse still,
a forgetful poet
who moved on
1 comment:
Superb poem.Elusiveness has made this poem exclusive.
Lines on Annie Dillard come to my mind.
"On plenty of days the writer can write three or four pages, and on plenty of other days he concludes he must throw them away."
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