It's a long while since I have posted one of my original poems on Bookpuddle.
I used to do so on a regular basis -- and I do continue to compose, as the Muse takes me. I guess I just don't post them as frequently, for some reason.
It [poem-writing] is something that I enjoy doing on a completely non-trying, thoroughly amateur hobby-only basis. By "non-trying" I mean -- when some words happen to arrange themselves around me, I grab a pen and scribble them down. Or [more likely] tap them out. That is my only role.
If you would like to peruse some of these occurrences, click on the image, above.
In the meantime, here is one that even I myself like to re-visit from time to time…
The Right Answer
Once you asked me about when it was
I knew I loved you. Vaguely I answered
citing a time when we danced so close.
I recalled your perfume, what you wore.
The joke of the night, and what you drank.
The song that a wannabe Iglesias sang.
Truth be known, it was about the books.
If you were locked up for a year, food supplied...
your instant reply, Library, won me over.
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