Forgotten Poems by EKPoet | |
Inside, the forgotten poems, The poems written down on blank pieces of paper, Crumpled up, and thrown into waste baskets, The poems written on the dusty desktops In the silence, are folded up and filed away Never to be read out loud. Outside, the people I have always wanted to meet Walk, matter of fact, to the places I have always wanted to go; The coffee shops with their little conversations, The trains on their way to distant cities, The offices of skyscrapers far above the clouds, Restaurants, movie theatres, quiet parks Where lovers steal kisses on the hidden benches. I, who never seem quite able to shake someone's hand, To say something remarkable out loud, Write down the things I want to tell them On little pieces of paper And paper the window with them: Vignettes and scenes taking place on the streets, private conversations, Expressions of remorse, Declarations of love In all their myriad, brilliant colors Printed out in clear, bold print In the eloquent language of poets, One beside the other Until the bright pane of glass is gone And the vision of the outside world Dissapears. Of course, nobody down there notices, Completey absorbed in their own, live conversations They don't see any of my silent messages. The doorbell downstairs does not ring. The mailbox is empty of letters. In the dark, I turn on a light. The light lights up my desk, And all the blank, white pieces of paper Yet to be composed into forgotten poems. http://www.fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=171919 |
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