If I write one more poem about
a love that was not mutual,
I may retire my pen,
hang up my papers,
find a way to
be a poet
without
you.
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Katerina Petrou
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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Beautiful .
That last bit- find a way to be a poet without you- is so layered! Excellent entry!
Gosh, it was beautiful.
The wonderful thing about the journey of loving oneself is there will be plenty to write about 😉. Love the vulnerability in this work. Great job. 👏
Your words carry a profound sense of reflection and introspection, grappling with the idea of creativity and its ebb and flow. The imagery you use to describe the journey of your pen, from its vibrant beginnings to the contemplative desire for rest, resonates with a universal experience among creators.
What a beautiful poem.
GREAT poem. I found my way around "him" and while some of my poems maybe silly, he isn't included. Great thought.